Hello dears! A few weeks ago, when my sisters and I were performing at one of our very last gigs in the Ohio area, it hit me just how much I have learned in the past 8 years of singing with my sisters, and I realized I had never sat down to record those lessons, or even work through them entirely in my head. But I thought you all would like to come with me on a little journey as I examine what these past 8 years of singing as a trio have meant, and how we came to where we are today.
First thing I learned, and still continue to learn throughout every day of singing with my sisters, is trust. For a trio to work you have to have a major amount of trust in two other people, not only that they will sing on pitch, but that they will remember their parts, as well as the words, not to mention the choreography! If I stressed over my sisters’ parts though, my part in the trio would suffer, so I had to learn to let them care for their own affairs, and look to my own responsibilities in the trio, trusting that they would do their job not only well, but better than I could even expect.
Which leads me to another thing. My sisters can sing. Not only can they sing, they can sing better than me. Seriously, I am blown away every time they open their mouths to sing a song. That high E that Charlotte can reach? That’s never gonna come out of this girl’s vocal chords. All you would hear if I tried that note would be a squeak! And Jessica, well, I may not always trust that she will remember the lyrics, but when she does (which she actually tends to remember lyrics more often now than I do!), she brings tears to people’s eyes by the beauty of her voice and expression.
We overcame so many struggles throughout our years of singing, but the greatest struggles were when we began singing publicly. We had our share of catfights over lipstick colors, how to tie our matching shoes (bow in or bow out?), or who was out of tune in a certain part of a song, etc. Some of those disagreements happened right before we had to go on stage. But we learned to get over those disputes and carry on with the show, regardless of how we felt personally. That smile had to be on my face, and I had to enjoy what I was doing, or else my disgruntled spirit would show. And you know what? Often, when I would “put on” that happy face just for a show, it would stick around afterwards, and the ugly disagreement from earlier would be forgiven and forgotten.
That leads me to another thing. I had no idea just how much I could push myself physically, until the two times I was sick during performances. There is a dreadful sinking feeling you get in your heart when you wake up in the middle of the night before a huge singing gig with the biggest ball of pain in your stomach. Not fun. But, the show must go on! I discovered I had more stamina to get past physical obstacles than I thought possible. But, it wasn’t my strength. Oh, no! It is only by the Lord’s grace that I was able to overcome those times of feeling ill and go on with the show. I remember having a fever at one of our most recent gigs. It had been plaguing me all day, until literally an hour before the performance. I was fine and felt well the entire show, until 5 minutes after we had finished. Then the fever came back, and I was as miserable as ever. The Lord gave me just enough energy to do the show, and do it well.
I think the best part about these years of singing though, has been the memories. The memories of smiling faces out in the audience. Watching people close their eyes and sing along to an old tune as they remembered the days gone by when that song was new and fresh in the realm of music. The memories of accomplishing dreams we never thought possible: Singing at a WWII reenactment (twice! It will be our third time in a few weeks!); Singing aboard a WWII battleship; Singing in D.C.; Singing Chattanooga Choo Choo in the Union Terminal. So many dreams. And who am I to have been blessed to live this dream? I didn’t aspire to be where the Lord brought us. It was never in my wildest dreams to be a member of a 1940s trio with my sisters. But you know what? I think it is one of the best dreams come true that I never dreamt.
This chapter may have ended,
but a new chapter has begun.
The fairytale of life continues,
and there are more songs to be sung.
Perhaps not lifted by voices three,
but by a soloist somewhere, someday.
But there will be days of harmony,
For this gift there will always be a way.
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer