Lynne is the firstborn of the six siblings in my family. She took the lead on many things, including caring for us when Mom and Dad were either both at work or out of action for one reason or another.
In addition to that, she was also trying to grow up during a difficult time in American history: the 1960’s. Lynne was old enough to understand what was going on around the world and in our family.
She watched television and listened to her transistor radio.
She saw the wars, assassinations, and race riots.
She stood in the welfare food line with Mom and knew exactly why we were there and her friends weren’t.
She was in her teens and couldn’t find lipstick to complement her skin color.
Lynne endured a lot. She must have decided that if she had to put up with the five of us, then she was going to make good use of the time.
So we became her choir.
Lynne and my oldest brother Marvin were members of their school’s Glee Club, where they both learned to sing a cappella and in harmony. Lynne would teach us what they learned, and one Christmas she taught us how to sing Do You Hear What I Hear?
Written in October of 1962, the song was a plea for peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis. It has a precious melody wrapped around words of hope.
Lynne worked long and hard with us, and she was serious about her goal. She loved that song. She would sing the words and then make sure we repeated them in tune, correctly and clearly. She had no sheet music. There was no need for it: Lynne, like the rest of us, could pick notes out of the air. She had memorized what she learned at Glee Club. The music poured out of her heart and straight into ours.
And those words. I traveled the journey as I sang: From the sky to the lamb to the boy to the king to the Child. The description of the star “with a tail as big as a kite” and the song “with a voice as big as the sea” made me shiver with wonder.
Lynne went beyond teaching us just the melody. Besides the echo, there was a line that sang counterpoint to the last verse of the carol. There are no words, just an “Ah,” in a soft and lilting melody.
And so, we sang. We followed our leader as she waved her hands and moved us through each verse. We had no audience. Our choir made its offering to the bedroom walls. Yet we sang our hearts out, for our big sister and for the pure pleasure that singing brings.
Here are the words to the carol:
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Said the night wind to the little lamb,
“Do you see what I see? (echo)
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
Do you see what I see? (echo)
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite,
With a tail as big as a kite.”
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
“Do you hear what I hear? (echo)
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
Do you hear what I hear? (echo)
A song, a song high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea,
With a voice as big as the sea.”
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
“Do you know what I know? (echo)
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know? (echo)
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold–
Let us bring him silver and gold,
Let us bring him silver and gold.”
Said the king to the people everywhere,
“Listen to what I say! (echo)
Pray for peace, people, everywhere,
Listen to what I say! (echo)
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night (Ah…)
He will bring us goodness and light,
He will bring us goodness and light.”
I’d like to do this someday: Bring Lynne into my church, seat her front row center, and present a children’s choir singing her song. The church would be empty and the children would be singing only to Lynne.
I think she’d like that.