Post 1659. Saturday April 21
My Friend Rosey has been part of my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Rosey thought she’d visit the cathedral. She often wondered what it was like inside. The door opened with a creak, then closed behind her with a loud clunk which echoed around the grey open space. Her footsteps clattered as she walked up the nave. She let out a sudden little sneeze, she only does little sneezes. She heard it again and again, then again! Her face lit up. Then she clapped, just a gentle clap, and it repeated from behind, in front and above.
As she wandered into the quire, she saw sheets of music in neat little piles in front of the wooden choir stalls. She had a sudden desire to sing, the echo in there was just amazing!
“All things bright and beautiful….” then she stopped suddenly. and listened in amazement as her voice travelled around and around and around.
“Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-ey-ey-ey-ool-yah”. Back her voice came. Fantastic! It occurred to her she might be able to sing a round with herself!
“Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?”
It worked! As she sang the second line the first one came back and joined in! She was suddenly aware of another voice. Not hers, it was far too deep!
“Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines, ding dang dong, ding dang dong” it sang.
A cassock clad priest appeared from behind a pillar. “That was lovely, how about we sing this one together?”
“Row, row, row your boat.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream”.
I don’t how long they sang rounds for, but I know she had a jolly good time!
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Keith's Ramblings 
I love the acoustics in old cathedrals. She was having fun!!!
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Me too! I love listening to cathedral choirs which use the acoustics to the full.
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I’d love to sing rounds in a cathedral. What a memorable experience. I bet you did it, Keith!
JQ Rose
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To be honest, I’m not actually sure it would work, but keep it to yourself!
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Love that the priest joined in
Debbie
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Me too Debbie! Cheers.
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Hi Keith – good old Rosie – such fun to read and to think about … a Cathedral all to oneself … I think I’d keep my singing mouth shut! But can definitely see Rosie doing it and beguiling any who heard her – as here … cheers Hilary
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I’ve often been tempted when visiting a cathedral, but haven’t dared – yet! Thanks, Hilary.
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What fun! Makes me wanna sing! Life should be a musical😁
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It should indeed! All together now…..!
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That is a very sweet story.
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Thanks so much, Kalpanaa
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Love Row Row Row your boat and can imagine how cute this would have looked- Rossie and the priest singing.
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All together now…! Cheers Akshata
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If she joins the choir, she can have fun singin like that every week.
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One obstacle in her way – an audition! Jolly little songs are one thing, but the Messiah? Not sure! Cheers mimi
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I am reminded on the carol practice we used to do in my Convent school; I used to love that time when we would all sing together in the auditorium. Even today I love going to listen to choirs and carol groups!
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It is special, isn’t It? I can’t get enough of cathedral choirs.
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A nice happy little scene. Delightful.
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I thought so! Thanks, Iain.
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This could be a post for C with the creak, clatter, clunk, clap going on! I have no doubt you intended this to augment Rosey’s clever creative singing!
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Why didn’t I think of that! Cheers, Jacqui.
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What a lovely, inventive story, Keith.
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Very kind of you Susan, thank you
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What fun! It was cool that the priest joined her. Rosey would have a blast singing in a cave but I’m not sure it would be all that safe for her.
Emily In Ecuador | Sunrise in Puerto Lopez, Ecuador
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Her voice can be quite penetrating, there’s a chance it would cave in on her!
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I always find cathedrals and churches a bit imposing, especially since I belong to a different religion (I always think I might be committing some ‘off-with-his-head’ level blasphemy inadvertently) so I really appreciate Rosey’s courage, or foolhardiness 🙂
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I know how you feel, it’s like when I visit a mosque on my travels! Cheers Anurag.
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Super! You took me right back into Sagrada Familia. The echoes of conversations and clinking metal filled it up as did the beautiful light through the stained glass windows.
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Now you have taken me back to Sagrada Familia! What a fabulous place, Viva España! RIP Antoni Gaudí!
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I love Rosie’s (mis)adventures. Loved the fact the priest joined in.
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The priest loved it too I’m sure! Thanks so much.
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Aha! So she can sing too! How lovely that the priest joined her in the fun too 😀
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A girl of many talents! Thanks, Shilpa.
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Fun read. Singing can be a great joy. One of my great regrets is that I never inherited the musical gene from my father’s side of the family.
(And I’ve only just reached ‘S’).
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