Music Camp 2017 is now only a memory and this morning I woke up in my own bed and drank MY OWN coffee from a familiar mug–not this gas station stuff!
So there were classes and choirs and chapels and food…I took an Elementary Music Education class and a Secondary Methods class taught by a former choir director of mine. I was also in two different choirs which rehearsed all week to perform at the choral festival which was the culmination of the week. I’ve been out of college for long enough that it was really good to get some refresher courses and drum up some new ideas for my classroom this fall. And I generally play in an orchestra and haven’t sang in much of a choir since I was in Israel, so it was good to get my vocal chords going again!
On Tuesday night I observed the traditional Mennonite pastime of –yes, you guessed it folks, volleyball! I don’t know what it is about the Mennonites, but this seems to be a universal thing that gets done at just about every social gathering–and some people get VERY intense. Personally, I usually just sit, observe, and attempt to keep from being hit by stray balls.
Depending on the area of the country you come from volleyball can be a bigger deal than other places. For example, in my youth group in Indiana we didn’t often play, so whenever we did play we were all terrible together. However, if one ever happened to venture to a place like Holmes County, Ohio, Lancaster, PA, or choose to attend a Mennonite Bible School (more about those in another post) you should be prepared to get into some heated competition. Alas, poor nerd that I am, I’ve never been that great.
So, the guys line up on one side and the girls on another to number off and then let the games begin…
Oh, and while I am at it, while Virginia is a beautiful place I must lament the horrendously long lights of Harrisonburg, Virginia. I ever you go, while they have some very catchy and unique road names (Singers Glen, Switchboard, Apple Tree, Pear, Buttercup, Aloha…just to name a few!), be prepared for plenty of waiting time, which I guess isn’t too different from NYC! 🙂 And I did see a random Hanukiah beside the road…
For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is basically a menorah with an extra candle used in the celebration of Hanukkah. I’m not really sure why there was a random one on a street in Virginia in the middle of June, but, oh, well, it made it seem a little more like NY! 🙂
It was an interesting experience singing in choirs again and interacting with different strains and groups of Anabaptists from all over the country. My next adventure will begin this weekend when I journey once again to PA for my brother’s wedding. I’m hoping to get some good documentation of a traditional Mennonite wedding! So stay tuned!
So to wrap up the first adventure of the summer I will say this…while the Mennonite Music Camp was definitely an experience I won’t soon forget and has given me much to ponder, I must say that there is no place like home!