The choir and handbell choir met last evening at a delightful house in this county last evening for a post-holiday get-together. It was a quiet evening, given to good conversation and good food, but nothing to excess.
I particularly enjoyed a long conversation with the hostess, who is a cultivated woman of taste. Conversation ranged from a priceless alexandrite ring she was able to examine as a young lady to the queen’s aquamarine tiara (check it out) to boating on the Chesapeake to shared memories of ancestors who rode mules to wonderful local painters to old books to the lore of Philadelphia …to God only remembers what…a conversation to cherish.
Alas, my mother’s chutney cheese ball, a recipe unchanged since the 1970s, didn’t excite. I gave its mate to a neighbor today in exchange for some homemade quiche, and perhaps I got the better of the deal. Or perhaps just the more fashionable part…the cheese ball is really addictive, regardless of the decade.
Then again, it was a quiet party, enjoyable but not overly energetic. The holidays are getting tiring for some of us. However, the memories, the culture, the context, were all just right. It was a wonderful party and I will always remember it.
Today, I spent time at church filing and organizing music, and making choices new music for the spring season. Onward and upward.