I didn't mention yesterday when talking about habits broken that I was very attached to cigarette smoking for many years - at least forty. I finally kicked the habit on August 20, 2005 - for me, a date to remember. In a blog entry five years ago, I revealed something from my past and told how it all began.
4/28/2017
WHEN I WAS A KID
When I was a kid, I sang in our school/church children's choir - fifth grade and sixth grade - I was a soprano at that time, I'm sure. This choir only sang at Christmas and Easter.
The choir director was Mr. John Contadino. He played the organ - we had no piano - and directed the group of about 40. Our church had built-in choir stands of carved wood in a semi-circle around the organ and behind the altar. A very formal setting.
Contadino was quite an accomplished musician and a writer of music. He worked at a number of parishes in Cincinnati as organist and choir director; served as the organist for WCPO-TV and WLW-AM radio and later directed the Cincinnati Youth Orchestra. He died in 2003.
My most vivid memory of being in that choir was that after a practice when I was in the 5th grade I had my first cigarette - a gift from Denny Moriarty's big brother Johnny who stole it from his big sister - who probably stole it from her parents. We were standing on the corner of Drex and Fenwick Avenues. It made me sick but that's the way it worked in 1954.
The choir director was Mr. John Contadino. He played the organ - we had no piano - and directed the group of about 40. Our church had built-in choir stands of carved wood in a semi-circle around the organ and behind the altar. A very formal setting.
Contadino was quite an accomplished musician and a writer of music. He worked at a number of parishes in Cincinnati as organist and choir director; served as the organist for WCPO-TV and WLW-AM radio and later directed the Cincinnati Youth Orchestra. He died in 2003.
My most vivid memory of being in that choir was that after a practice when I was in the 5th grade I had my first cigarette - a gift from Denny Moriarty's big brother Johnny who stole it from his big sister - who probably stole it from her parents. We were standing on the corner of Drex and Fenwick Avenues. It made me sick but that's the way it worked in 1954.
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