tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80673464910799240072024-03-13T13:19:07.801-07:00My Book of Mormon MusicKaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-62260436993321635802008-07-10T08:54:00.001-07:002008-12-09T07:00:13.766-08:00A GREAT AND MARVELOUS WORKMy sister, Shirley Thompson Hardman, along with her husband, Reg, have compiled and published a book of faith-promoting stories, entitled <em>"Faith from Down Under - 200 Australian Stories of Faith."</em><br /><br />Shirley was raised in America, but as a young mother she willingly uprooted to settle in Australia. Her story, #67 in their book, is an inspiring account of faith and family, and closely parallels my cause to create a new musical program entitled, <em>"A Great and Marvelous Work."</em><br /><br /><div><div><div align="left"><strong>Shirley publishes her story in 2008</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgX6Qo2NI3pex35Ot2FG5FmxhWX-cGsoZQGijMBPoqFJ6z12sb7W7YpQuYKJMURa3aIA0CTTssUenVLpVax8yR1KXbyBTzD8TzWXv_lbmP5XjrXDwiMC3NJN691_0aXgQgedHTa4c-Ak/s1600-h/shirley,+1st+page+in+book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425382548980114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgX6Qo2NI3pex35Ot2FG5FmxhWX-cGsoZQGijMBPoqFJ6z12sb7W7YpQuYKJMURa3aIA0CTTssUenVLpVax8yR1KXbyBTzD8TzWXv_lbmP5XjrXDwiMC3NJN691_0aXgQgedHTa4c-Ak/s320/shirley,+1st+page+in+book.jpg" border="0" /></a> It hurt our family when Shirley left, but great and marvelous works have taken place in the lives of two very close sisters who separated 37 years ago. Shirley states: <em><span style="color:#009900;">"I left all my loved ones behind and was going on an adventure to a land far way. I was determined to be cheerful while following my husband to 'wherever,' a commitment I had made as a nineteen-year-old bride." </span></em></div><br /><div>Our sisters' story begins when we were little girls, having been born into a noble family that embraced the teachings of the LDS Church for many generations. Ours was a happy childhood.</div><br /><div><strong>The Thompson Family 1949,</strong> <strong>with Kaye Starr (L) and Shirley in front</strong></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425387946216770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1y6-nXQFoUSwz32k4v4p1ptpg5RpU5XvsqnJluNyIRcWqUCLDgFEkCmYYZaR4JkaAETPhnPQVIYavKFDLLwon9JhK4dpB5-2a7hJtJHvyoSUt33zzOpuK4CNfdkqxLb7cTl9etxqXCsM/s320/1949+Thompson+family.jpg" border="0" /> <strong>Shirley & Kaye Starr Thompson, 1951.</strong> We were the best of playmates, and felt very loved by our parents and three older brothers. Mama loved to wave our hair, and even made our dresses seen in the picture below. It's important to me that you, the reader, understand the loving bond that we had developed as little girls. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222235239639208098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt30BSFSqBBRbhZAl6K66vbCKG0zgFde9DAvQBCh7VNE2myl8cHHX6aJMH_4slpCgAzG7PRyUPa4gJLyv1Tavi9qe5RQxQVNB-1Uv7-M4JhSZW40768o_R_ZCNyVgEIoUuV6ih7yxWzkQ/s320/1951+SISTERS.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Shirley and Kaye Starr, 1953,</strong> holding our rabbits on our farm. Our parents sang duets, and on Sundays our family would harmonize in the car while riding many miles to and from church. We also offered rides to non-members, which gave us many memories of happy friends.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilYYljJ1Ymtz5sJo32I9Jh4Y21YHg_j6Wn8azTtjP51PEP3MOF_-sNEMlbLg1fnkC2Ro22M_H5hZioM7LmuJ37_0I5PRgfNG0KeddJ0av98SsGGakTjlmbywJjtpdw0nlqZTrrL_fU7Y/s1600-h/1953+Kaye+Starr+%26+Shirley+with+bunnies.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425397041503778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilYYljJ1Ymtz5sJo32I9Jh4Y21YHg_j6Wn8azTtjP51PEP3MOF_-sNEMlbLg1fnkC2Ro22M_H5hZioM7LmuJ37_0I5PRgfNG0KeddJ0av98SsGGakTjlmbywJjtpdw0nlqZTrrL_fU7Y/s320/1953+Kaye+Starr+%26+Shirley+with+bunnies.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000000;">1956: Kent, Shirley, Kaye Starr, Daddy (Karl R. Thompson), Gale, Glenda, Mama (Maudie Mae Hull Thompson). </span></strong></a>We were all elated when our little sister, Glenda, was born in Santa Cruz, California. At the time, I was ten years old and Shirley, eight. Roger, our oldest brother (not shown), was at BYU in Provo, Utah. Glenda gave our family much pleasure and fulfillment, since we had lost a baby sister the year before Glenda was born.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790298533759266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjf-0jlb1XYZro4FlScA2quAkK8nK3j0CnyKecpqNdQUUsqNFBNWLkSqHTcyuSmrzdNVmtGZ1DVy62O8Oo4CIPscXQ656KcX4KajK0hEQxUvhFlbYadufLJqHtv6e3N-XHnlgI7v3bho/s320/1956+Supper+in+Santa+Cruz.jpg" border="0" /> These were happy times, yet hard times for our family. Kent had contracted a kidney disease, and Daddy was blinded soon after this picture. As a family, we fasted and prayed for better health and improved finances. In the process of seeking help from our Heavenly Father, we drew even closer together. This is a very important factor as I explain the loving bond that existed in our family.</p><p><strong>1960: Shirley, age 14 and Kaye Starr, nearly 16.</strong> Our parents sacrificed so that all of us kids could take music lessons. Through the years we were sought after in church because of our piano, singing and acting skills. Shirley also played the violin. Music and church activity played an integral part in our family heritage on both sides of the family.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221425401440893282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgedhY2byanJMRzZ8p2FPK8yoyBXaYIaUnR57CI_FBIcibH4gu5NdoBgeGhVsNVj1GuaVLZjPZopcY5hBReuP1XOklhmTLqgvXp1Svl-3PqWqBCc6MpARVoNkycKPgOfIoRtZ_GIhBKTU/s320/shirley+and+ks,+teens.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Karl Kent Thompson, 1961.</strong> Another time of sorrow came when our brother, Kent, died in 1962 because of his kidney disease, which brought our family even closer to the Lord, as well as closer together. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222233922290266050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYRBoTZ2fz96z2sxKQC7e_JlW0rxhGRd8ndC7YD6075WYJyxGBclKBUax7XH0LYG4oXwqyBCgIGwa7i5THMdhyTfAm_SkaOTwizPnBzdWMOTr467ZlDg_4ll8aZGzDaLqEv8gIOdKuh4/s320/1961+Kent+Thompson+at+Chez+Nous.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Mama (Maudie Mae Thompson), Shirley, Joan Redzich (fiance of our brother, Roger), and Kaye Starr, 1963.</strong> We continued to be very active in missionary work, parties and friends. </p><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6Inp2bmO9TLb1TffWw_yVvEJ05g-H5lCjv6DSkAtfXNgbWcQAUepdo288BpEXDSqktMiKOC7hkM9FDLDNRj2IBmdcMZDNXpDGqQjSNGOG5NBjsYvEaSGERZWVWH1Fw7MQgFkzAELdzE/s1600-h/63+Dec+1+four+on+step.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419398377577074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6Inp2bmO9TLb1TffWw_yVvEJ05g-H5lCjv6DSkAtfXNgbWcQAUepdo288BpEXDSqktMiKOC7hkM9FDLDNRj2IBmdcMZDNXpDGqQjSNGOG5NBjsYvEaSGERZWVWH1Fw7MQgFkzAELdzE/s320/63+Dec+1+four+on+step.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Shirley Thompson and Edward Reginald Fuller Hardman.</strong> In 1965,<strong> </strong>Shirley married Reg, a returned missionary from Brisbane, Australia, who had been called to the Northern California Mission (1961-1963), where they met and worked in the missionary programs. </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Llmy4dgxcQGrEH0DtjBMN1e4E8OCrbRTfUh-z2mtYA-G7J0Y-uY_tjgh8sTnJD20D-_AHJdAqo_otyoSrCJtvcvHq8tsnfjmkThmPP7YbJn7g3abhpO3LHW9HGxvrWBDJA1iz1aomJw/s1600-h/Shirley+%26+Reg%27s+reception+12%2765.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419422403807842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Llmy4dgxcQGrEH0DtjBMN1e4E8OCrbRTfUh-z2mtYA-G7J0Y-uY_tjgh8sTnJD20D-_AHJdAqo_otyoSrCJtvcvHq8tsnfjmkThmPP7YbJn7g3abhpO3LHW9HGxvrWBDJA1iz1aomJw/s320/Shirley+%26+Reg%27s+reception+12%2765.jpg" border="0" /></a>They fell madly in love and married in the <strong>Oakland Temple. </strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgGPYtBc3rRFVbeG-_HTlhYATFzU6IkZoRPk5rHz5SWryzpAahVKkNi04O0zUNcTJYPu4rMgg3ANWT8lqK_oDfEUTdkoAS-tJf644wg7_E8oG00pexszN6LyraoVhQRMeFerNjADEypA/s1600-h/oakland+temple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419439494825122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGgGPYtBc3rRFVbeG-_HTlhYATFzU6IkZoRPk5rHz5SWryzpAahVKkNi04O0zUNcTJYPu4rMgg3ANWT8lqK_oDfEUTdkoAS-tJf644wg7_E8oG00pexszN6LyraoVhQRMeFerNjADEypA/s320/oakland+temple.jpg" border="0" /></a>Six years later, Shirley, with two infant daughters, arrived as Australian immigrants in Brisbane, 1971. She was called to many positions of church leadership, as can be seen in this 1992 photo: <strong>Shirley (in blue), Brisbane Stake Relief Society President.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4j4TXYZAXl08Lfb-eiweYckGcOLVkLsgEtvigzhsaEJch4DmBxsRwkAkhV7gZM_IjjgKlg85-P6zNntpOqEbbrwh8McIpYD-rtBPsRE81rpuQm2kcMSRoaUL_3nU6tlcvOOBW1hPSI4/s1600-h/600a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419441245861362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4j4TXYZAXl08Lfb-eiweYckGcOLVkLsgEtvigzhsaEJch4DmBxsRwkAkhV7gZM_IjjgKlg85-P6zNntpOqEbbrwh8McIpYD-rtBPsRE81rpuQm2kcMSRoaUL_3nU6tlcvOOBW1hPSI4/s320/600a.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><strong>Karl and Maudie Mae Thompson visit Shirley, Reg and family, 1976.</strong> Many visits were made, one way or the other, so that Shirley could stay close to her family.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790289149827234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8zJsnogoH9HBaNya3OVMoMoDe9CWL7C2joJR53VeoJifXW7oZdSsy2AgBgaFX1sdxFFmXyfxIZzugl7uICYJYNH3wRpwo5F7hiLLbj0Uj7r2sUM3zPix2L22cM8AEdPBiaDKrI6786s/s320/1976+Mom+and+Dad+visit+Australia.jpg" border="0" /> <strong>Kaye Starr, Glenda Thompson Hicks, Shirley, Mama, Daddy, 1987, </strong>two months before Daddy died. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXRFnlcWhhrukeb7MvtDvLbzDKqlDJZXcl0SERms2tAVC0_tR8AEt1s1Eh81_gpttNlo5r4gd-6IvWBcNb-80YpF685CrIjxd686-q6YKyravgblXDv_C0WZ207J4F3kSuG9y5JIVFHc/s1600-h/621a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221419440049891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXRFnlcWhhrukeb7MvtDvLbzDKqlDJZXcl0SERms2tAVC0_tR8AEt1s1Eh81_gpttNlo5r4gd-6IvWBcNb-80YpF685CrIjxd686-q6YKyravgblXDv_C0WZ207J4F3kSuG9y5JIVFHc/s320/621a.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shirley was active as the Stake Music Chairman in 1988, and was called to direct a very large regional choir.<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HA-mzi_1tqAfZs4PnnnPiC6DktoUi5fNJ_JLphj32-DmnVGrzZWrGwBcNcDEF3kaENeV7ZWXGt93nYY4hMC3P9yvoFSGyktLs7CSTfNI5hCV_g7WAlrWZW-Ib8BLxW-3bilIKOQS6No/s1600-h/604.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221418683392178546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HA-mzi_1tqAfZs4PnnnPiC6DktoUi5fNJ_JLphj32-DmnVGrzZWrGwBcNcDEF3kaENeV7ZWXGt93nYY4hMC3P9yvoFSGyktLs7CSTfNI5hCV_g7WAlrWZW-Ib8BLxW-3bilIKOQS6No/s320/604.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Sonja (the oldest daughter of the Hardman's), Shirley Thompson Hardman, Maudie Mae Thompson, 1988, </strong>before the Messiah concert, which Shirley directed. Mama was able to make the trip, and also helped Shirley many times when she had her babies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3FJ18G-7EfPxuRj1V-i1mDinQ6AlJHiZJKnOVVFDnuEPMZhHVZlYI3KdaAuNTq2SaWfIgy1KNNJzIvcSRmpaBx9xfrDE1kEi5H29u3O9g0CJdrkgSfAUvuDQflXwwbn3n-0YxU-In3s/s1600-h/605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221418685955135506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip3FJ18G-7EfPxuRj1V-i1mDinQ6AlJHiZJKnOVVFDnuEPMZhHVZlYI3KdaAuNTq2SaWfIgy1KNNJzIvcSRmpaBx9xfrDE1kEi5H29u3O9g0CJdrkgSfAUvuDQflXwwbn3n-0YxU-In3s/s320/605.jpg" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, back in Utah, I was busy with my family duties and was also composing music. I formed a choir called <strong>"Promise,"</strong> <strong>pictured here in 1992. </strong>These singers were loving volunteers who desired to promote the Book of Mormon through my music. </div><br /><div align="left">It's important to understand that within the story of Shirley's growth and development far away from her family, I was growing, too, and started to create music in Utah that would eventually complement her Australian efforts. </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4atYCtykkq-VrBatMxlj9qh7hmvUEol04HKl6YWwKqKurNxW7IRbRqFKzSYOkWa6mNUM9V-x0zCA1OvP9DJfbSAQ5eqY1QK61fQU_kDEgwl4jQ1pf-j7WBerSeJe20Y_JPxSqgvc0qw0/s1600-h/1992+Promise+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221418693078914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4atYCtykkq-VrBatMxlj9qh7hmvUEol04HKl6YWwKqKurNxW7IRbRqFKzSYOkWa6mNUM9V-x0zCA1OvP9DJfbSAQ5eqY1QK61fQU_kDEgwl4jQ1pf-j7WBerSeJe20Y_JPxSqgvc0qw0/s320/1992+Promise+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>2002 Shirley visits Kaye Starr and Glenda in Utah:</strong> We truly love and understand each other, and we three sisters have so much fun when we're together!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799777114009650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIDVexlxu4yJMc-DVGihaJxnjtoHpHSgvfarDcj2OpuytmDOyM0ub-oTT6QMUpx0XOWNbXQOOcgpQimLb-9SnXWtyyWKKhYP8H-nbKyTl37SKJ6QYlfhBBUjhS9D_JJZMwIUTnY9tZxU/s320/2002+Sisters+Kaye+Starr,+Shirley,+Glenda.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left">Later in 2005,<strong> Shirley and Reg Hardman</strong> were called by the LDS Church to become service missionaries to gather faith-promoting stories throughout the Australian continent.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-y3IEvC37Kkh7d9dwghTCmI4HvnfgdTZhSiaWCo7E50RfFTN5oBo4Zv1UWJTm31lOVtyu5U4xIOqClv4Yr0y8dhKFRMtmRWAjzxzBJV1fpczi7fnpGb56b_XuV2LuFJMkylyJW0RFwk/s1600-h/ShirlReg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221418703771349522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-y3IEvC37Kkh7d9dwghTCmI4HvnfgdTZhSiaWCo7E50RfFTN5oBo4Zv1UWJTm31lOVtyu5U4xIOqClv4Yr0y8dhKFRMtmRWAjzxzBJV1fpczi7fnpGb56b_XuV2LuFJMkylyJW0RFwk/s320/ShirlReg.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Hardmans travelled 21,000 miles (35,000 kilometres) and interviewed hundreds of people on their mission. Their book is awe-inspiring, and contains stories about people from very remote areas of the world who remarkably found the gospel of Jesus Christ. </div><br /><div align="left"><strong>The Hardman Family</strong> have resided in Brisbane, Australia over the last 37 years where they have raised six children and are the grandparents to 19+. </div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSF1Mx2XbY25Qvn5SYRl-un_bkdHyzmLtyL1jWYTgazgBu8SBNcGh-Bg0QK-vUw3wgbZtrLCCNx66IHrIQX42Dec0nVrkT72gy3-6rzEohWgmLSh_ixB7E9riqrPtuuGSLlz6gEnBtG4/s1600-h/Hardman+family.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221418704040690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSF1Mx2XbY25Qvn5SYRl-un_bkdHyzmLtyL1jWYTgazgBu8SBNcGh-Bg0QK-vUw3wgbZtrLCCNx66IHrIQX42Dec0nVrkT72gy3-6rzEohWgmLSh_ixB7E9riqrPtuuGSLlz6gEnBtG4/s320/Hardman+family.JPG" border="0" /></a> While on their mission in 2006, they made their way to Salt Lake City for a couple weeks to review some historical records. We were very happy to see them again. Shown is (Standing in back): <strong>Shirley, Mama, (Front): Kaye Starr and Glenda.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9UjpVEyZ6qIznMb26dvM3axVLQC69DfntKANqSX0clQ81AaIFQO5LMMnNE6LV7tiK3LMIcs7_MU8aSfBOSxeLtbWtIFj6uh-mLy_LYryDLPXOikJYr-bdUH2Andany1-qA4qwqphdrQ/s1600-h/2006+May+3+Shirley,+Marsha,+Glenda+%26+Mama+come+to+Wasatch+Towers+(6).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417592471842514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9UjpVEyZ6qIznMb26dvM3axVLQC69DfntKANqSX0clQ81AaIFQO5LMMnNE6LV7tiK3LMIcs7_MU8aSfBOSxeLtbWtIFj6uh-mLy_LYryDLPXOikJYr-bdUH2Andany1-qA4qwqphdrQ/s320/2006+May+3+Shirley,+Marsha,+Glenda+%26+Mama+come+to+Wasatch+Towers+(6).jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Mama, Shirley, Pam Hardman Hansen (Reg's sister living in Utah), Kaye Starr.</strong> We, sisters and mother, were very happy to get together to chat and relax. Yummy, what fun!<strong><br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrOwy1qq4UwLIZVEw2IlzakACH-HhRY_7ITLSEyfk9FszvLKhqh-mPMXohbPu7pfRzDYp2wqbrS8m_WlfR4vy_F_BoLAXXaOfMcwp9nfRKiV6QO9Vdbe1i3UrdoqpjDnojxXxQiFbHxo/s1600-h/2007+Aug+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417604993543698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrOwy1qq4UwLIZVEw2IlzakACH-HhRY_7ITLSEyfk9FszvLKhqh-mPMXohbPu7pfRzDYp2wqbrS8m_WlfR4vy_F_BoLAXXaOfMcwp9nfRKiV6QO9Vdbe1i3UrdoqpjDnojxXxQiFbHxo/s320/2007+Aug+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Stories #87, #100, #50. #95, #116</strong> were written by <strong>Alex and Irene Boulton</strong>, pioneers from Australia. Here they are seen visiting the Hardman's in 2006 while the Boulton's were living in their home located in Ogden, Utah. I, also, had the privilege to personally hear their stories, which are very inspiring!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5et7blQe5t0Y2nn743RS7rhTUb_Em6I2hgnYOYDn9kI153_BEOjHzyS7Ji3V5mMySOsE07VOb90PyNlOMxslhJMRVKafRtcQzu68dmWaAYNpi4Itmf8NKBVt5t7W7332mWTpi-agHeo/s1600-h/014+Australian+Friends+18+May+2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417621876392626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT5et7blQe5t0Y2nn743RS7rhTUb_Em6I2hgnYOYDn9kI153_BEOjHzyS7Ji3V5mMySOsE07VOb90PyNlOMxslhJMRVKafRtcQzu68dmWaAYNpi4Itmf8NKBVt5t7W7332mWTpi-agHeo/s320/014+Australian+Friends+18+May+2006.jpg" border="0" /></a> The turning point of this amazing sisters' story takes place when Shirley and Reg met some folks from Southern Australia, shown below.<strong> (Left):</strong> <strong>Murray and Cynthia Hull, Shirley Hardman and Robert (a Hull relative).</strong> Shirley learned something incredible about our ancestry: we have a direct relative who also relocated to Australia...a young LDS pioneer who moved there in 1851! His name was Adam Hull, our great-grandfather's brother, and he has descendants living all over the country, but mostly in South Australia. Shirley was very pleased to learn that her family tree had roots in two continents!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCAXNPGUdeLQCkTLiytGuR5UjJsp8oWcyzHa0wqn0yMN_KtaarMJ9p_v_TofQN5-SeQEtxNcDYm4K7Z-ukD3MyuSGRfkDUebg9NtEu8JUdA7wzA7J5okmKmD9udcyMIokEJOQXqmm9KU/s1600-h/2006+hull+cousins.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417619922953330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCAXNPGUdeLQCkTLiytGuR5UjJsp8oWcyzHa0wqn0yMN_KtaarMJ9p_v_TofQN5-SeQEtxNcDYm4K7Z-ukD3MyuSGRfkDUebg9NtEu8JUdA7wzA7J5okmKmD9udcyMIokEJOQXqmm9KU/s320/2006+hull+cousins.JPG" border="0" /></a> She relates: <em><span style="color:#009900;">"There's a peculiar story about Murray Hull, one of Adam Hull's great-grandsons. In 1977, while living in Perth, he was awakened in the wee hours of the morning and saw a terrifying vision of an old lady. For some reason, the dream caused his heart to research his family tree. Several years went by and, while visiting relatives on a genealogy trip to the States, Murray saw an old lady's picture on the wall of a museum in Idaho. Abruptly, with shock and surprise, he declared the lady depicted was the same old woman who had terrified him in his dream!"</span></em> Her name was Mary Benson Hull.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222239679523657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwE55V4BXVQRuSd86pcxZUv6wUnRTOrA8wAfhs56vC_NPHemljgIYkLItMnFzGd8LInwvWnX9M1QVL6cAON6QkuKbBUF_WS7Mor0TCJq_KJXolkmxmrHoQmS_W5lXrR9ZxobZk4xfOwIc/s320/mary+benson+hull,+book+scan.jpg" border="0" />A very scary-looking <strong>Mary Benson Hull, common ancestor of Murray Hull and Shirley Hardman.</strong> Linking their family histories, it was proved that Shirley and Murray were distant cousins.<br /><br /><p align="left">Shirley and I believe that there were special reasons for Murray's unusual dream of the old woman. We feel that perhaps his dream has something to do with the importance of researching our kindred dead. Shirley concludes: <em><span style="color:#009900;">"Murray has since given us many family names for temple work. Even though there is a wide ocean between distant Hull cousins, the powers of the priesthood are now bridging our families together."</span></em><br /><br /><strong>The Hardman's New Book:<br /></strong>It's no wonder that the Hardman's chose a picture of the Brisbane Temple to grace the cover of their new book. It is here, in one of five temples in Australia, and over 120 in the world, that through the powers of the holy priesthood, family members are sealed together forever.</p></div><div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi0RPRuohynkR_CzfzEWUrrkdkyd2Uq7GzhruPRFCUjqRMI_BC8U5_EYyK22730aBcU-CoiOfa7CnEeNgSsaS8QLd1-fhl96Z0tE-IlUTrMzOv6Cp6lJ7KhSMg5kAhSYfHH3QwNWK1Yk/s1600-h/faith+from+down+under+front+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416631630529154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi0RPRuohynkR_CzfzEWUrrkdkyd2Uq7GzhruPRFCUjqRMI_BC8U5_EYyK22730aBcU-CoiOfa7CnEeNgSsaS8QLd1-fhl96Z0tE-IlUTrMzOv6Cp6lJ7KhSMg5kAhSYfHH3QwNWK1Yk/s320/faith+from+down+under+front+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">Shirley's profound account of finding our Hull relatives on the other side of the earth prompted me to connect my music to those stories of faithful Australian pioneers. </p><p>The cover page of my program,<strong> "A Great and Marvelous Work,"</strong> using 10 stories from Reg and Shirley's book, is shown below. Please click on the picture and read what it contains. </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWmUXVsZu3b_Ao2BN2FAOfAZf3LWCQIkzmqsIErtx6T0eEOGZs6bu8OQJ6Ku6sZgRyq4X1ikY1kUROnDZARejMmAf8V0nFPpE6w0TSAvltEcSZ44LkLhj27TtVoJhqZdJMXaKj5dYQc8/s1600-h/a+great+and+marvelous,+blog+cover+letter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416638254752514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWmUXVsZu3b_Ao2BN2FAOfAZf3LWCQIkzmqsIErtx6T0eEOGZs6bu8OQJ6Ku6sZgRyq4X1ikY1kUROnDZARejMmAf8V0nFPpE6w0TSAvltEcSZ44LkLhj27TtVoJhqZdJMXaKj5dYQc8/s320/a+great+and+marvelous,+blog+cover+letter.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">The song I chose to illustrate the importance of Family History Research, so beautifully exemplified by Murray and Cythia Hull, is entitled, <em><strong>"We'll Sing a Song for Them."</strong></em></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrWHiLD0VFsyva_S3sutnIZhb1xBSvjLRBCFNkuA7-rK9z0FjvZt1qzUMftoVtZRRWzGdcNCcp_2eQxKpR3lso0w16B7ro-jt7vITe_rvAsVnszvYB4WvJ4-a6bzporDbhCkstrve1oE/s1600-h/we'll+sing,+p1+second+scan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416644375279298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrWHiLD0VFsyva_S3sutnIZhb1xBSvjLRBCFNkuA7-rK9z0FjvZt1qzUMftoVtZRRWzGdcNCcp_2eQxKpR3lso0w16B7ro-jt7vITe_rvAsVnszvYB4WvJ4-a6bzporDbhCkstrve1oE/s320/we'll+sing,+p1+second+scan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p>How can I explain it? I now appreciate, in a more profound way, the importance of Shirley's move to Australia and her life's mission over there. I've been able to connect with many of her friends and associates, and they are blessing my life, also. Oh, Shirley and Reg, our whole family is very happy with your accomplishments, and we're still so very close!</p><p><strong>Thompson Family Reunion 2007: Roger, Glenda, Shirley, Kaye Starr, Gale, with Maudie Mae and Jim Bradley in front.</strong></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bQmXcen3hBUNHBOWtFQr3krpjlNezpfAV-DTCNgH-M6lCxK15yg1L8hAES6xguM3_LcMy7FKzTmLQsKj2Rp9AHTvfwfvP54PZau-ysAGheZ1R7qjzEUOR5E065JGshotxYOsaNF-34/s1600-h/2007+Aug+186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416656187720226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bQmXcen3hBUNHBOWtFQr3krpjlNezpfAV-DTCNgH-M6lCxK15yg1L8hAES6xguM3_LcMy7FKzTmLQsKj2Rp9AHTvfwfvP54PZau-ysAGheZ1R7qjzEUOR5E065JGshotxYOsaNF-34/s320/2007+Aug+186.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>When Shirley comes, we just pick up where we left off...usually in the middle of a sentence...and can chat and giggle all night! Isn't life fun...and interesting! To be continued...<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrD2rdM6900z995x6XmwG7JMY1ev6lOFybjZmPjgwGeGmb8tWmWk0hcZVWMtnSAzFVXH_Chu1Pzvw2yt0vnm1JKd7aGtYxMI5BdT4qoKQC5QgnHpf9-rgjB21oj0O5excjYIQ3Rp3srw/s1600-h/2006+May,+Shirley+Hardman+and+Kaye+Starr+Heninger,+sisters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221416660597603058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrD2rdM6900z995x6XmwG7JMY1ev6lOFybjZmPjgwGeGmb8tWmWk0hcZVWMtnSAzFVXH_Chu1Pzvw2yt0vnm1JKd7aGtYxMI5BdT4qoKQC5QgnHpf9-rgjB21oj0O5excjYIQ3Rp3srw/s320/2006+May,+Shirley+Hardman+and+Kaye+Starr+Heninger,+sisters.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-24787197987738486902008-06-25T13:01:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:19.252-08:00"VOICES FROM THE DUST"...our 2008 presentationThe talk which is printed here, spoken by President Ezra Taft Benson at General Conference in October 1998, is the talk that had a great influence on my life. He said that he had a vision of artists putting into words, music and pictures the great characters and themes of the Book of Mormon. He didn't know, but I had already begun. Please click to enlarge and read this wonderful talk. It may change your perspective about the Book of Mormon, like it did mine.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw46no1x2l5lA8oAhE9TC1h-NTrqwolMNuwzjlnE9BEqt45BEhSw8-8ctxA1KvEkhhA0mQ4VLf-TIiCpxYJBdexCOPcw54kXd95wHadT1VdqDQl-0eMgpCQefAblPc-jZtU89jce5GvQg/s1600-h/1988+The+talk+that+made+me+bawl..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215929871073275810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw46no1x2l5lA8oAhE9TC1h-NTrqwolMNuwzjlnE9BEqt45BEhSw8-8ctxA1KvEkhhA0mQ4VLf-TIiCpxYJBdexCOPcw54kXd95wHadT1VdqDQl-0eMgpCQefAblPc-jZtU89jce5GvQg/s320/1988+The+talk+that+made+me+bawl..jpg" border="0" /></a> These pages are from my journal. I included the testimony of Christopher Columbus, also in my writings, to help illustrate my feelings about why I started writing the music.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxjmsElr17JF6UHQqD_OcvDMEv5xF4uB8ICiUsp5IfGXdAqSyYnpAN7Sp67dQOofy3TWm0R9xXgZBpx2UZaJlLb84P5e2K9MB8nynWy_hdPvXIRUwoWkdqs4nHM99y38_2f6ewHt1EeY/s1600-h/1988+The+talk+that+made+me+bawl+p.2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215929539989938898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxjmsElr17JF6UHQqD_OcvDMEv5xF4uB8ICiUsp5IfGXdAqSyYnpAN7Sp67dQOofy3TWm0R9xXgZBpx2UZaJlLb84P5e2K9MB8nynWy_hdPvXIRUwoWkdqs4nHM99y38_2f6ewHt1EeY/s320/1988+The+talk+that+made+me+bawl+p.2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>"Voices from the Dust"</em> was finally written in 2006, and received a special award from the Church. I created this work to emphasize the importance of "the great characters and themes from the Book of Mormon" as defined by the prophet in 1988.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvplvnmcyiLu4YtFXjW-bi-vYcsLD3n3E4T32dONHpPrGDYypoMvmtqfzyFVMD_7282JnIuxfFQbtjJhv6I_jJ8XhyKluNMcBLQUHnDR1EJWrLICx6dYBTdIrXWSoC1yjYvExbvpdXdyo/s1600-h/lds+award,+voices+from+the+dust.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928738881590466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvplvnmcyiLu4YtFXjW-bi-vYcsLD3n3E4T32dONHpPrGDYypoMvmtqfzyFVMD_7282JnIuxfFQbtjJhv6I_jJ8XhyKluNMcBLQUHnDR1EJWrLICx6dYBTdIrXWSoC1yjYvExbvpdXdyo/s320/lds+award,+voices+from+the+dust.jpg" border="0" /></a>I asked Linda Sisneros, my friend and artist from Syracuse, Utah, to create this picture which shows that music can, indeed, come from the Book of Mormon. I've felt it, I know it, and I've done it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8iCIqSWtCmnvevcogvl51UevpThvwUcDyQ9gLyG6p8wpMLx1eso4IpFG-nyC40KLcFqDRjNPb-e2ORhANMwrhYmLPCGLpk5tjovznedSdFP29AJI712FrhTsewQkKoKdFwNSLlo2CwE/s1600-h/plates.hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928749511326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8iCIqSWtCmnvevcogvl51UevpThvwUcDyQ9gLyG6p8wpMLx1eso4IpFG-nyC40KLcFqDRjNPb-e2ORhANMwrhYmLPCGLpk5tjovznedSdFP29AJI712FrhTsewQkKoKdFwNSLlo2CwE/s320/plates.hands.jpg" border="0" /></a> This cover letter gives the central theme, synopsis and song list of the program, <em>"Voices from the Dust."</em><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_e47VvyEFFAVFm4pgREhF71m14Li1Kwv8NOKxhrqKdnPIZF_rzgDUp1yPMeL5U5lN6gulBIY3rt3OV-7LZcet1JXMXGA9YF51UZ3oj-iyMOgTnbfgMz_2OTwB23aW7hIQ7BawO_STm0/s1600-h/VOICES+FROM+THE+DUST+COVER+LETTER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215927783889351346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_e47VvyEFFAVFm4pgREhF71m14Li1Kwv8NOKxhrqKdnPIZF_rzgDUp1yPMeL5U5lN6gulBIY3rt3OV-7LZcet1JXMXGA9YF51UZ3oj-iyMOgTnbfgMz_2OTwB23aW7hIQ7BawO_STm0/s320/VOICES+FROM+THE+DUST+COVER+LETTER.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zD_nMnndM41oijprnIuysnMq9a6W40jJAaygyuZgYn4ttN8qDGdx55SgXUwyZMB_jYmcWjONH1Vmp5b85dR6dAPfxhu6zQFdRpDV3sXDD33dZqz1DwIk2y55NqrOgiyiiv34lOwI_NA/s1600-h/cover+letter+p2+song+list.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215927790075145426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zD_nMnndM41oijprnIuysnMq9a6W40jJAaygyuZgYn4ttN8qDGdx55SgXUwyZMB_jYmcWjONH1Vmp5b85dR6dAPfxhu6zQFdRpDV3sXDD33dZqz1DwIk2y55NqrOgiyiiv34lOwI_NA/s320/cover+letter+p2+song+list.jpg" border="0" /></a> The next two pages give the copyrighted song texts of the music.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QyabCihPoDxbELQukEmswOhCj8-QSiSjzE0-lDJrgsz0HWE1x9idp98JAmpBaQQWtHgtrGcRc_MQUH8V20Vi8AqmvuBFLaPPeVxExcJ8N2d4E6A7mtv-rQYJJptIumwSwtCPUjon8aI/s1600-h/text,+voices+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924789759920434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QyabCihPoDxbELQukEmswOhCj8-QSiSjzE0-lDJrgsz0HWE1x9idp98JAmpBaQQWtHgtrGcRc_MQUH8V20Vi8AqmvuBFLaPPeVxExcJ8N2d4E6A7mtv-rQYJJptIumwSwtCPUjon8aI/s320/text,+voices+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>page 2<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTcetC7VrESrSIezf0gHOtRtfHjxqko9LHSCTN8PILBWzKmWOOH6n2IMXnhe09j8TJoX9lv6pJ9XJI_jHLuWpf0zYt2nUfdv_UWgmFgTCDTjWdi2dllVfODj_LvVFtCRmlcmhqBwvoMw/s1600-h/text,+voices+p2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924805403850594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTcetC7VrESrSIezf0gHOtRtfHjxqko9LHSCTN8PILBWzKmWOOH6n2IMXnhe09j8TJoX9lv6pJ9XJI_jHLuWpf0zYt2nUfdv_UWgmFgTCDTjWdi2dllVfODj_LvVFtCRmlcmhqBwvoMw/s320/text,+voices+p2.jpg" border="0" /></a> THE KAYE STARR SINGERS, program specialists since 2000.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13SRnADNYt2r06iIVDkwlbn9LTBZp8vzuUGjb2BUyyGKnBVvT-1cyF4dleq8ZnnLHRTWxkt4G5nKkzxzvjpQzuKKKk6eW8yZ9tV0KvCCV9kHSzeC8lggtgk7IzEPXiWEeR1D3xLMqzgA/s1600-h/Choir+2+row+low+res.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924810360552290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13SRnADNYt2r06iIVDkwlbn9LTBZp8vzuUGjb2BUyyGKnBVvT-1cyF4dleq8ZnnLHRTWxkt4G5nKkzxzvjpQzuKKKk6eW8yZ9tV0KvCCV9kHSzeC8lggtgk7IzEPXiWEeR1D3xLMqzgA/s320/Choir+2+row+low+res.jpg" border="0" /></a>Top row L-R: Mike Burdett, Andria Tupola, Kent Petersen, Chris Castro, Jared Midgley</div><div align="center">Middle row: Suzanne Horne, Krista Fisher, Craig Morris, Kathi Nickell, Shauna Morris</div><div align="center">1st row: Cindy Bingham, Jason Bingham, Kaye Starr Heninger, Peter Danzig, Venice Williams <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zy8WWiHJDW6u67tpGtTWfcAf6TwB7w37rkf6KYIWZGNn9I_xbs-gC0A_qt3YQOkmzEp9DL7iIUgj3SOZgPq6D_2BjyYwkI7cLSOZcbSI4uSVCElG82WhNjkFIaaug3_aBAT3fIh_Erg/s1600-h/Choir+3+row+low+res.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924811046848850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zy8WWiHJDW6u67tpGtTWfcAf6TwB7w37rkf6KYIWZGNn9I_xbs-gC0A_qt3YQOkmzEp9DL7iIUgj3SOZgPq6D_2BjyYwkI7cLSOZcbSI4uSVCElG82WhNjkFIaaug3_aBAT3fIh_Erg/s320/Choir+3+row+low+res.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here I am. These pictures were artfully donated by Jim Winborg. Thank you, Jim!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqu_ftlRQVz_KFepIfRDqn5SP2G0kokI3_2ksPbR7UMI7tzxKBy7exSh7_P1fYvqAxS0ua8e1RxIFfqf7AC7QFgwhqPi2xEw2Ts2nwvygWz_kRkDE6QdPAJyPMgFiljFGKO9MbIzb5NcY/s1600-h/KayeStar+low+res.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215924816701470818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqu_ftlRQVz_KFepIfRDqn5SP2G0kokI3_2ksPbR7UMI7tzxKBy7exSh7_P1fYvqAxS0ua8e1RxIFfqf7AC7QFgwhqPi2xEw2Ts2nwvygWz_kRkDE6QdPAJyPMgFiljFGKO9MbIzb5NcY/s320/KayeStar+low+res.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Excerpts from my copyrighted script, <em>"Voices from the Dust."</em></strong> </div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(The pictures used are from a purchased calendar. Please note that the artists are named. Thank you!)</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center">We'd like to tell you about some of the great priciples taught from the Book of Mormon, and introduce you to some of the people that lived and died in that ancient world.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We'll begin with Father Lehi, who was a man of considerable means and great reputation in Jerusalem. While journeying through the Arabian wilderness, the prophet Lehi, a visionary man, had a dream in which he beheld the Tree of Life. He tasted of its sweet, white fruit, and it filled his soul with such exceeeding joy that he wanted his family to taste it as well. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What was that fruit?<em> It was the pure love of Jesus Christ.</em> The impact of that symbolic fruit remains as fresh and delicious for us today as it did to that tiny band of uprooted Israelites.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2Jou4vk1khrmGvjII7IsTpkLbg8Fd90wAv7BiJdw_EOghZV6McFQ4U-yFeEHjQVYCxhiQscXNb0E-hNGYVVxJjp-XwGUGSpuwX2OXV_t7MjBCnTaTMgOg8jbMa7n4TE6VB-c94C0S-k/s1600-h/Lehi's+Tree+of+Life.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215922112001323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2Jou4vk1khrmGvjII7IsTpkLbg8Fd90wAv7BiJdw_EOghZV6McFQ4U-yFeEHjQVYCxhiQscXNb0E-hNGYVVxJjp-XwGUGSpuwX2OXV_t7MjBCnTaTMgOg8jbMa7n4TE6VB-c94C0S-k/s320/Lehi's+Tree+of+Life.jpg" border="0" /></a>It is seldom we find a character in the history of the ancient world that was as faithful and righteous as that of Nephi. He delighted in the things of the Lord, but sorrowed in the weakness of his own flesh. He wrote, in beautiful prose, what is now known as <em>"The Psalm of Nephi."</em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5HoOkBjHA50jyiFC6YdbvKj5snwGx_vQBXPFRcEyUBMpbIqPx40xOM5HRxRSRCTlBI987w2unHYJp_zMVytM7zB5sbLqs4kJ5Y7Z1VLkG0pVqAubULc1NqUFoMAt-0PUMUJIoXaoVtY/s1600-h/Nephi+and+Lehi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215921526523778706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5HoOkBjHA50jyiFC6YdbvKj5snwGx_vQBXPFRcEyUBMpbIqPx40xOM5HRxRSRCTlBI987w2unHYJp_zMVytM7zB5sbLqs4kJ5Y7Z1VLkG0pVqAubULc1NqUFoMAt-0PUMUJIoXaoVtY/s320/Nephi+and+Lehi.jpg" border="0" /></a>Years later in the Promised Land, the people of Nephi were called to go to the temple to hear the last words from their dying prophet, the great King Benjamin. Within his speech, King Benjamin addressed the cause of families...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsX_UpcMksXPfte1nDWSYguJCWSyDnlAKEQcX3X8juxLzrAsbKidn_9fWC9lms8NrmgBgsUmEfkaWs1pKoNFc7sR-e9VM2ia6XhrbkUKrGlOcm44kzBbflpqtsJ4sxALtSr8LDMaSCkI/s1600-h/King+Benjamin2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215918079638964418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsX_UpcMksXPfte1nDWSYguJCWSyDnlAKEQcX3X8juxLzrAsbKidn_9fWC9lms8NrmgBgsUmEfkaWs1pKoNFc7sR-e9VM2ia6XhrbkUKrGlOcm44kzBbflpqtsJ4sxALtSr8LDMaSCkI/s320/King+Benjamin2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Some of the most precious gospel teachings come from Abinadi, a prophet who was condemned to death and burned at the stake. In the face of seething anger and hatred, Abinadi's countenance shone with luster as he spoke to the wicked priests with power and authority from God,...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYcoGA25jSwBMjdcotoLcmOXKBjSq1W1aNJdw6FvzY4OAjv5HCqMkgBnQAdjnOQ3p6xVE0PgsfcGbjyCJllUs_RzhF1tWUKIGAUHXkzCKD1_KfNRfDNYWceHrACsyGxWVkAjqyS_bvVg/s1600-h/abinadi2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215917922150400130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYcoGA25jSwBMjdcotoLcmOXKBjSq1W1aNJdw6FvzY4OAjv5HCqMkgBnQAdjnOQ3p6xVE0PgsfcGbjyCJllUs_RzhF1tWUKIGAUHXkzCKD1_KfNRfDNYWceHrACsyGxWVkAjqyS_bvVg/s320/abinadi2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alma the Elder, one of King Noah's Priests, repented from his sins and hid in the borders of the wilderness at a place called Mormon where there were thickets of small trees and fountains of pure water. Here in the midst of this verdant valley, and by the side of the inviting streams, Alma proclaimed the principles of everlasting life and baptized everyone that went forth...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0_G8vNMtpkJ-tFWyXot71zhDyxBifwfhz4_wCf8Mu99IpS_3oQiXJHNSL-82MoDfUgkVmIVfVNbA4qu41xTaF78ScA8lZ2xLl3bkEQXOUo4Me9t-XggSZmwuee7GEpkRmK_YfW9Y1gg/s1600-h/Waters+of+Mormon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215917308421002306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc0_G8vNMtpkJ-tFWyXot71zhDyxBifwfhz4_wCf8Mu99IpS_3oQiXJHNSL-82MoDfUgkVmIVfVNbA4qu41xTaF78ScA8lZ2xLl3bkEQXOUo4Me9t-XggSZmwuee7GEpkRmK_YfW9Y1gg/s320/Waters+of+Mormon.jpg" border="0" /></a> Alma the Younger was a wicked and idolatrous man, taking pleasure in evil-doing. He, along with the four sons of the honorable King Mosiah, ridiculed and persecuted the saints and did great damage to the cause of the church. Their fathers prayed with much faith concerning their sons, and in answer to their prayers, an angel suddenly appeared before the young men, causing a terrible earth quake, terrifying the young men as they collapsed to the ground...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_3y2A2dNIaGJI0YI_41vG9P1FhltJC1hDVpxAOIEJMFq9AJzrjr7sF55ptyTJhCqYuBBEuWafbpY6_OnpKo6jGHU4YJh_LinwjzGEAYMg3nV66zv4QY0VhMOulmQcoisGpZqcpDFge8/s1600-h/Alma+and+angel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215916409775600690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_3y2A2dNIaGJI0YI_41vG9P1FhltJC1hDVpxAOIEJMFq9AJzrjr7sF55ptyTJhCqYuBBEuWafbpY6_OnpKo6jGHU4YJh_LinwjzGEAYMg3nV66zv4QY0VhMOulmQcoisGpZqcpDFge8/s320/Alma+and+angel.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ammon was one of the greatest, most endearing characters of Nephite history. His desire to serve the Lamanite King, Lamoni, led him to join the king's servants in protecting their flocks. When Lamoni heard of his miraculous service, he thought that Ammon must be the "Great Spirit," and believed all his words... <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215916423783491122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfakuBmtYTTDr6KskOCvqa5RGtcvN6KyeGAfnLA0chGxs0nZ4EAHHhizcMd7YNaf3NwbhQBnqz0Cp7fgtyb3v6QhrkGWTymIUP7vpuVDfPWu6VMs2m10Zzac97UKedfqCpPXxlgTp5BA/s320/king+Lamoni+and+Ammon.jpg" border="0" /> These inspiring stories are beautifully spoken by our artful narrator, Grant Barton, seated here with his wife, Sheri, after our presentation for an Ogden Temple group who celebrated at Maddox's in Brigham City, Utah.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-QZGe9mpzg6CibLU4LDt5AS3M84-nGr3M5AE3gXKAp-CmiGTRHG0aLbEJT0hct17py-gDP_RBZsJZXiS8j5ActYUJBqo7WqS0dRn2Hitdf4XYbg3xVcbDOxU4GNKtcNybc81r1AhaqI/s1600-h/2008+June+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912722182338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-QZGe9mpzg6CibLU4LDt5AS3M84-nGr3M5AE3gXKAp-CmiGTRHG0aLbEJT0hct17py-gDP_RBZsJZXiS8j5ActYUJBqo7WqS0dRn2Hitdf4XYbg3xVcbDOxU4GNKtcNybc81r1AhaqI/s320/2008+June+083.jpg" border="0" /></a> Darin and Joyce Anderson. Joyce is our expert program accompanist, and also one of my talented daughters.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWky-PBR8UmTch-v2fcq9J5TK9kE4ALmqlFtebnEH88Zt6ED7w8_LiYi1CTAH3RvbBca6zlBVbh4Vt1UznkormZ8-yiPI_PvreLSGcpsCi5ThC45xz25NSg5anr3VwNoEKID_fABie8o/s1600-h/2008+June+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912725104466450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWky-PBR8UmTch-v2fcq9J5TK9kE4ALmqlFtebnEH88Zt6ED7w8_LiYi1CTAH3RvbBca6zlBVbh4Vt1UznkormZ8-yiPI_PvreLSGcpsCi5ThC45xz25NSg5anr3VwNoEKID_fABie8o/s320/2008+June+085.jpg" border="0" /></a>Suzanne Horne and Krista Fisher. Suzanne serves as our Secretary/Treasure and Krista is our Contact/Public Relations Specialist. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6LzJfPKb3uSiF1onx5KF1N1kO3Bet3lTpifBMJ4ylOl8TGShdmyGNKhcWWDd86FMDx75YetxDzj284P6LDRGVnsY2kAIVH9jiqHwQ8soRoVhq427QhRRSqqnOVLEiHxLDQtM-juTLGE/s1600-h/2008+June+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912729519749362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6LzJfPKb3uSiF1onx5KF1N1kO3Bet3lTpifBMJ4ylOl8TGShdmyGNKhcWWDd86FMDx75YetxDzj284P6LDRGVnsY2kAIVH9jiqHwQ8soRoVhq427QhRRSqqnOVLEiHxLDQtM-juTLGE/s320/2008+June+088.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dave Petersen, Dave Burdett, Kim Waite and Kent Petersen, father of Dave, who engineered our sound. Thanks, Dave! We couldn't have done it without you! </div><div> </div><div>Kent sang the words of the great king, father of King Lamoni. Kim sang Queen Lamoni's words.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjESjoM9_gWJb1NklBit0mJdABDt7BmGVi9-FinqEgANBaM07cpEY0Km4tXYNeWj7_qWT3OZ4MyhVm0EvriR76cAzAdLeyef47QqEp0S_4O0Mcn7z9oAqYYBTyBa2HFYdoLaUksVxxQc/s1600-h/2008+June+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912741500212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjESjoM9_gWJb1NklBit0mJdABDt7BmGVi9-FinqEgANBaM07cpEY0Km4tXYNeWj7_qWT3OZ4MyhVm0EvriR76cAzAdLeyef47QqEp0S_4O0Mcn7z9oAqYYBTyBa2HFYdoLaUksVxxQc/s320/2008+June+087.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chris Castro, soloist for "Cry in Your Wilderness," uses words from Alma 33 & 34. She serves as my Assistant Director and is my "right-hand man" in all that we do. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbN2rtJun1L80uKochY4jF87CNLPx8qXGzW0xKa_C8TFeV3X-_44icYE1fgDaf0UcAhahlTi_zg5zGR9ZzIs0mmT2L6eAYROgiikvaeCP5YFLjn67w9XNmCr7ZIW2yIwNvyRR2FbH7cNA/s1600-h/2008+June+080.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215912743912514018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbN2rtJun1L80uKochY4jF87CNLPx8qXGzW0xKa_C8TFeV3X-_44icYE1fgDaf0UcAhahlTi_zg5zGR9ZzIs0mmT2L6eAYROgiikvaeCP5YFLjn67w9XNmCr7ZIW2yIwNvyRR2FbH7cNA/s320/2008+June+080.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-5751350776966396412008-06-15T14:21:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:23.319-08:00"BEHOLD THE LAMB"...A Miracle of Love<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212242733281205730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_tkwSqoX4hm3iJfNK2f15aMKsg6RJ37i4L1yONnVXSyPXgbx4b41GowYGlPkeFV3DJOhPzGflt3usimle2FPzZDW1OoH7qZj0pRkRIerJZpgx2_2CsQadeI0Uex6RSTZkKFnhbJkTnyQ/s320/behold+text.jpg" border="0" /> Song adapted from I Nephi 11:13-21</div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Some of the pictures shown below to illustrate this story are used without permission, and I regret that I have since lost the artist's contact information. If you are the artist, please contact me. I am currently looking for an illustrator for this story.) </span></em><br /></div></span><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">THE CHRISTMAS TREASURE</span><br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">A Miracle of Love</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>by Kaye Starr Heninger </em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /> </div><div align="left">By mid October there was a decided crispiness to the air, and I embarked on one of my walks. While watching the leaves fall from the trees, I wore a headset to hear a recording of The Book of Mormon. Soon, a longing came into my heart to write a new Christmas song, particularly one using Book of Mormon scripture.</div></blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7tymybf7YVGeMmeWTStT8mUh1XXPxUI7rYUR2R_J2CeCUMOMB1Fyu9V-dPOu7pAMtqWuqULcI2arBfJfjsiS5dC8cptwerGVbFeOOIVhSMb8ofd0rmC0aiukK7y8Dw27ZNRRG-vviW8/s1600-h/autumn+colors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224020888568050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7tymybf7YVGeMmeWTStT8mUh1XXPxUI7rYUR2R_J2CeCUMOMB1Fyu9V-dPOu7pAMtqWuqULcI2arBfJfjsiS5dC8cptwerGVbFeOOIVhSMb8ofd0rmC0aiukK7y8Dw27ZNRRG-vviW8/s320/autumn+colors.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nephi desired to know the things that his father had seen in a dream, and he believed the Lord was able to make them known to <em>him,</em> also. Strangely, Nephi was just a youth at that time. The reality of that fact bore directly into my soul. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBbPuiwBABAqUK4ls-2GM-m1QrDrs5VR_c2nqW03CWotGqrHYwEwWTLIeclj86Lga5IRCFVElUeQbkBpDpI8xOHYYeggVgMQKUOmRm_xyCvZ4Y9KY_0aS6JpPkTSw8JlF5pjDgvZiwys/s1600-h/Nephi+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224028757001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBbPuiwBABAqUK4ls-2GM-m1QrDrs5VR_c2nqW03CWotGqrHYwEwWTLIeclj86Lga5IRCFVElUeQbkBpDpI8xOHYYeggVgMQKUOmRm_xyCvZ4Y9KY_0aS6JpPkTSw8JlF5pjDgvZiwys/s320/Nephi+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nephi saw the heavens open, and an angel came down and stood before him and asked, "Nephi, what did you see?" "A virgin, most beautiful and fair above all other virgins," was Nephi's reply to the angel. The angel also taught him that she was <em>'exceedingly fair and white,'</em> introducing her as the earthly mother of the Son of God. Nephi then beheld that she was <em>'carried away in the Spirit'</em> for a space of time, and then returned, <em>'bearing a child in her arms.'<br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho63WLsZt3Rl6Y11WfeiKfwhHJgiYJeuy0GXkgCI0KhcwW9QJyKWgjQBVr7VJGNQsTwjunedmIbHNzIRPs7auJtuv9cjgRlV0XtNvTIMcp0wu2RbvztwwzPHt06XVYXKlLtq2wToFq8SA/s1600-h/Mary,+Liz+Lemon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212224033496212802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho63WLsZt3Rl6Y11WfeiKfwhHJgiYJeuy0GXkgCI0KhcwW9QJyKWgjQBVr7VJGNQsTwjunedmIbHNzIRPs7auJtuv9cjgRlV0XtNvTIMcp0wu2RbvztwwzPHt06XVYXKlLtq2wToFq8SA/s320/Mary,+Liz+Lemon.jpg" border="0" /></a> I knew that would make a gorgeous Christmas song. I turned off my headset and listened to the rustle of the leaves as they fell to the ground. The words, <em>'I beheld the city of Nazareth. And in the city of Nazareth, I beheld a virgin,' </em>were paramount in my mind as I made my way up Fernwood Drive. Amazingly, a tune came floating into my heart that fit those words. I sang it over and over to myself as I turned around and ran back down the hill.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuHJtMaEcZGb2WjPUZOcIHabZ1f7vB-IfeMz6lznQqnuh2hDe6ztM2csZ8wpydhxDV50JoRXGA_6OuCKGwu-Ve8rOMeCC4hVokQMV22WE-I9Q9dgZADI1kTXmz46J7FpIRYHSsp4ShBk/s1600-h/currier+and+Ives.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223623637783522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuHJtMaEcZGb2WjPUZOcIHabZ1f7vB-IfeMz6lznQqnuh2hDe6ztM2csZ8wpydhxDV50JoRXGA_6OuCKGwu-Ve8rOMeCC4hVokQMV22WE-I9Q9dgZADI1kTXmz46J7FpIRYHSsp4ShBk/s320/currier+and+Ives.jpg" border="0" /></a> I couldn't get home fast enough. I wanted to write that beautiful melody down before I forgot it. I ran from the piano to the table to write, then play, then write, then play, and created two pages with the following words: <em>'I beheld the city of Nazareth. And in that city of Nazareth, I beheld a virgin. She was fair, the most beautiful virgin above them all. She was so fair. She was exceedingly fair and white.'</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8fION7_l_p08ES8KT7SMsnsz0AjR6XTNptVSL6jwA36Qdk2Uu62JRBdwEAKfehVpXkcjvX1NifQgXi4Xp2ZRY6zYYi3MHHSNMNBMSGn9VmmS21o_-EWkmVxupk1MB0GEqC6W27pYt3k/s1600-h/behold+page+1,+second+scan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223630674641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8fION7_l_p08ES8KT7SMsnsz0AjR6XTNptVSL6jwA36Qdk2Uu62JRBdwEAKfehVpXkcjvX1NifQgXi4Xp2ZRY6zYYi3MHHSNMNBMSGn9VmmS21o_-EWkmVxupk1MB0GEqC6W27pYt3k/s320/behold+page+1,+second+scan.jpg" border="0" /></a> When I had finished that much, I was energized and felt...in a divine way...Mary's beauty and purity.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrm4PQNEasMH9jH_TI8wSil090dcP4Q6YeduIT_xI1JYk3W3fCtLu4iH-VioaJzWxou2Y-8_Ihuvza62AGJzyux32dF4lRL_GIg1JKnApOkxm93SKoy-Lj_xXfsyblxN9bx-5rl871Y_s/s1600-h/mary.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223634582995650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrm4PQNEasMH9jH_TI8wSil090dcP4Q6YeduIT_xI1JYk3W3fCtLu4iH-VioaJzWxou2Y-8_Ihuvza62AGJzyux32dF4lRL_GIg1JKnApOkxm93SKoy-Lj_xXfsyblxN9bx-5rl871Y_s/s320/mary.jpg" border="0" /></a>Images of red roses and the color of all shades of pink to rose-red flooded my mind; it seemed I was experiencing pure love. I proceeded to pen words and music describing Mary's beauty.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVYJRfgERW_LRD0uP_SM0BAumxaB5wNNovruIHl0k7zDqNxbMy78NbkS4l2WlRJkby9OY95usX5ecjPTzsE1Ox7aNIpooQKBSwNbTrAgcJYuOYtpVxQBAaGCem5L1i-ows17tYPcKGrY/s1600-h/Mary+in+red.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223640458998546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVYJRfgERW_LRD0uP_SM0BAumxaB5wNNovruIHl0k7zDqNxbMy78NbkS4l2WlRJkby9OY95usX5ecjPTzsE1Ox7aNIpooQKBSwNbTrAgcJYuOYtpVxQBAaGCem5L1i-ows17tYPcKGrY/s320/Mary+in+red.jpg" border="0" /></a>A distinct impression told me the song should not be about Mary. Bewildered, I asked out loud, "Why not? I had experienced it; I should write it." Ignoring the prompting, I proceeded to create page three with more musical sounds to describe the Virgin Mary.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5md2Q1fVz2mhCb1cFWYp7WNrGokLeo6IDs8-oGh8rKeYtqZNYpsF6D0l3uDaORb6o-6nEXexfQgwl2fEjzMBSgQ828sFdxVQs0YZgz6ujtC3qxTcuo4SUwcIeIC9AtxYwAvuy-G6x2XY/s1600-h/please+show+weakness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223646926717378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5md2Q1fVz2mhCb1cFWYp7WNrGokLeo6IDs8-oGh8rKeYtqZNYpsF6D0l3uDaORb6o-6nEXexfQgwl2fEjzMBSgQ828sFdxVQs0YZgz6ujtC3qxTcuo4SUwcIeIC9AtxYwAvuy-G6x2XY/s320/please+show+weakness.jpg" border="0" /></a> It became increasingly difficult; there was no more music. The lilting strains had vanished as quickly as they had come. Where was the beauty I had felt, and why was it so dark in the room?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJIRgMwSKNJgPszojm7MoAZn1PoK1yK-twW7ryxa4jA8iCZ4yElZMVruXytVECtP_6myp7bJ8rTdNq5a3yxcSoafPWU5k80maMheULt3kb7aT2PZ8GEG6O68FExgfdo4x6RVlnuwERAk/s1600-h/boy+in+dark+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223025479645682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJIRgMwSKNJgPszojm7MoAZn1PoK1yK-twW7ryxa4jA8iCZ4yElZMVruXytVECtP_6myp7bJ8rTdNq5a3yxcSoafPWU5k80maMheULt3kb7aT2PZ8GEG6O68FExgfdo4x6RVlnuwERAk/s320/boy+in+dark+001.jpg" border="0" /></a>The highest point of scriptural narrative in the Book of Mormon...the pinnacle of the story...is this proclamation: <em>'Behold the Lamb, yea, even the Son of the Eternal Father!'</em> The song was supposed to be about <em>Him,</em> and not about Mary. Simple as that.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAMDtgerPBTpO3CwZlDDETgP1eEvzi88cXN66G0WyOr_Om80kmOp8sZN4IETnXGXG0E_hzVnNfFIwwKEaV7in6CoFMoSE4oDDitcy7m5fUl1cNuU2uQQnD_fX6yoB7GN49yvShDPp20A/s1600-h/baby+Jesus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223025003843762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAMDtgerPBTpO3CwZlDDETgP1eEvzi88cXN66G0WyOr_Om80kmOp8sZN4IETnXGXG0E_hzVnNfFIwwKEaV7in6CoFMoSE4oDDitcy7m5fUl1cNuU2uQQnD_fX6yoB7GN49yvShDPp20A/s320/baby+Jesus.jpg" border="0" /></a>I started over on page three, and the music came easily. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslB7jPM36K2vskcjAazbxdu8IbMr2Wk7oQCHHRmKRt0L0IniVEkttzfzeJvyyxSTWg_pgUst1rXQcSh6lVQgyfqSZoCOJgyjWNY-wQd_tfVEBjWIAJB8H6JDX7kknKlI1NF6JL_gZ0dw/s1600-h/happy+girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223027888658546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhslB7jPM36K2vskcjAazbxdu8IbMr2Wk7oQCHHRmKRt0L0IniVEkttzfzeJvyyxSTWg_pgUst1rXQcSh6lVQgyfqSZoCOJgyjWNY-wQd_tfVEBjWIAJB8H6JDX7kknKlI1NF6JL_gZ0dw/s320/happy+girl.jpg" border="0" /></a>Soon after, I awoke in the middle of the night with the urgent desire to finish the piece. It was getting cold, and outside the wind was whipping through the trees. With my quilt wrapped snugly around me, I sat at the piano with my scriptures, pencil and paper, and prayed that I might receive the music I needed to represent the sound of heavenly angels. Then I waited.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrKYhaQbmyJmLWVjZjM26H40J4byHSoOcf93gPBw3bek8eltNprC4zNjSzCMcCYtXPmsdEzNgke3wapgSL2JMBj4_8ziDcMXRu_MTDMK1szb4lIHEmCK0fzaDm3YOSjers9MuQv9-hcw/s1600-h/boy+praying.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223034153055058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrKYhaQbmyJmLWVjZjM26H40J4byHSoOcf93gPBw3bek8eltNprC4zNjSzCMcCYtXPmsdEzNgke3wapgSL2JMBj4_8ziDcMXRu_MTDMK1szb4lIHEmCK0fzaDm3YOSjers9MuQv9-hcw/s320/boy+praying.jpg" border="0" /></a>I prayed and fussed around on the piano for awhile, then grew weary of the late hour and my pathetic attempts. One more time I tried my right hand on the piano and "accidentally" played what I needed. It was perfect, and I quickly incorporated that melodic structure into a Soprano/Alto duet and, after a prayer of thanks, went to bed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L78E6k4WEEwABY3jLHIAIGfNa7Ddwsq5bPxBJalBLPPbTWFmz4TGooaW6cmD3dvgS6TwcUf1dfmtIHQMS24zSIOiawidNUYkcvPoMjB7A9jwYty6Gtd7t9FPQtIlo9wOpvUV6QvTQ5I/s1600-h/ladies+duet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212223035036628098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L78E6k4WEEwABY3jLHIAIGfNa7Ddwsq5bPxBJalBLPPbTWFmz4TGooaW6cmD3dvgS6TwcUf1dfmtIHQMS24zSIOiawidNUYkcvPoMjB7A9jwYty6Gtd7t9FPQtIlo9wOpvUV6QvTQ5I/s320/ladies+duet.jpg" border="0" /></a>The story does not end there. Seven years later Brent and I went to Nazareth. This town in Israel contains many sites today which remind worshipers of important events in the life of Jesus.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwqoI5zgHEjQ3nivn_gcZwm_b6ktKDc6BeeUms0BbREHq4MS8DzgAnjFtdOUpH6o6ALjEhMXqifVGtTV-G4jMJtul8FSDtYGouLuR5Iku0HY7D-5Oc7KbvlwP1e5MDBJ3fh-cfadLmiQ/s1600-h/nazareth2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222090516822114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwqoI5zgHEjQ3nivn_gcZwm_b6ktKDc6BeeUms0BbREHq4MS8DzgAnjFtdOUpH6o6ALjEhMXqifVGtTV-G4jMJtul8FSDtYGouLuR5Iku0HY7D-5Oc7KbvlwP1e5MDBJ3fh-cfadLmiQ/s320/nazareth2.jpg" border="0" /></a> One of these important places is the Greek Orthodox Church of St. Gabriel. It was built in 1781 and stands above a source of the ancient spring which feeds the "Virgin's Fountain." This is the place where many Orthodox Christians believe the Annunciation took place.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWxJ6EhhkLDNivHfRlrzjD-6U90aIy1IOnrCnpP18qar3LGdl1FStg3kRmtGzcdUonMFuyab-8o0CeriaywLUmEHAp0IS1Vh-0daKvw1XJeWTJ8ykej4gY0WbRwFy53CRPOntOa4XaRk/s1600-h/nazchurch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222101420806402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWxJ6EhhkLDNivHfRlrzjD-6U90aIy1IOnrCnpP18qar3LGdl1FStg3kRmtGzcdUonMFuyab-8o0CeriaywLUmEHAp0IS1Vh-0daKvw1XJeWTJ8ykej4gY0WbRwFy53CRPOntOa4XaRk/s320/nazchurch.jpg" border="0" /></a>When we entered that dark church, the clamor of tourists echoed loudly and irreverently, offending the ears of our quiet little group. We watched as they pushed down the hall toward the northernmost corner of the church. Located there was a gated pipe of water...what was left of a biblical spring.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWZYiGal64eG1cFc4MzHpWfMWFZ_fhRSn8h79wSn9DW8cIssTSUY5X5t1qTYlQ78NBu69HFwx5-zAzwCIUWA3lJ27Oy2_aolOcKiCEG8NJHsDqsnCnOjWfR6CPNWlWXC7q63zzus9da8/s1600-h/mary's+well+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222103701763170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZWZYiGal64eG1cFc4MzHpWfMWFZ_fhRSn8h79wSn9DW8cIssTSUY5X5t1qTYlQ78NBu69HFwx5-zAzwCIUWA3lJ27Oy2_aolOcKiCEG8NJHsDqsnCnOjWfR6CPNWlWXC7q63zzus9da8/s320/mary's+well+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our guide gathered us away from the noise and taught us about the Angel Gabriel appearing to Mary, announcing that she would become the mother of Jesus Christ, the Savior of the World. He explained that the angel may have instructed Mary at that well, where it was customary for young girls to be found as they fetched water for their families. On a higher order, we appreciated the symbolism of the announcement of the birth of Jesus Christ taking place at a spring, or the "Fountain of Living Waters." We learned that fresh springs, bubbling down the rocky hills in Nazareth, could have been the newsy centers in the small towns of those days. Obviously, the news the Angel Gabriel brought to Mary was the best news of the world.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyHm_7icuf5iVk9Cy3qWbsmxlNHEEyjznLOo90btWr30pvT82hqgvrOkwdMqxWW3s2sUFoghyphenhyphenmibpqJUHMyx4Ok0gxC2A9hjwX2Ukm4THHe0SqAMtNVVzL9z8LKGuqHHODnUeJf02IVQ/s1600-h/walter+rane+pic+of+gabriel+and+mary.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222109677090450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyHm_7icuf5iVk9Cy3qWbsmxlNHEEyjznLOo90btWr30pvT82hqgvrOkwdMqxWW3s2sUFoghyphenhyphenmibpqJUHMyx4Ok0gxC2A9hjwX2Ukm4THHe0SqAMtNVVzL9z8LKGuqHHODnUeJf02IVQ/s320/walter+rane+pic+of+gabriel+and+mary.jpg" border="0" /></a> The noise was deafening, but I closed my eyes. I strained to hear our humble guide describe the setting and repeat the few available scriptures we have on the subject. As I listened, the racket made by the other tourists diminished, and I seemed to travel back in time to Nazareth as described in the Bible, where Mary grew up as a young girl. In my mind's eye, I "saw" the rocky hills and the clear water that bubbled around her feet. Then, for the second time in my life, I felt her beauty.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnQpM5OxkFwDLNtai7ilkEjRa_JONA3V-8qR1frYMS7gjJ0C-3EdN0V10JXGKIxOxISnEGAM3R6P78xmFy70_XDRYFJLLtYTFeBxsxw8YqHddzMhgojRmv7UCTu9dR2UDQIZ6jCvNkLo/s1600-h/TREASURE+CHEST+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212222112407235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnQpM5OxkFwDLNtai7ilkEjRa_JONA3V-8qR1frYMS7gjJ0C-3EdN0V10JXGKIxOxISnEGAM3R6P78xmFy70_XDRYFJLLtYTFeBxsxw8YqHddzMhgojRmv7UCTu9dR2UDQIZ6jCvNkLo/s320/TREASURE+CHEST+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>From that miracle has come a beautiful song, <em>"Behold the Lamb."</em> It gives us an opportunity to sing about the birth of Jesus Christ, and it sounds like love. It is <em>"The Christmas Treasure."</em>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-13896604971754220772008-06-11T10:22:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:24.219-08:00SONG: "WATERS OF MORMON"<div align="left">The Waters of Mormon is a beautiful place described in the Book of Mormon. I became acquainted with Dr. Joseph Allen, who conducts Book of Mormon tours. In his book, "Sacred Sites," on page 34, you'll see a place he believes is the "Waters of Mormon," Lake Atitlan, located 90 miles west of Guatemala City. Please click on the picture and read more. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"How beautiful are they to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer." (My favorite passage of that scripture.)</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><strong>The Waters of Mormon could have been at Lake Atitlan.</strong> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYi-017f8LQsnfVaW0rpz224Xpmf5vU_jxmhp8w1DNzMf3CVJewLSMQbXIu4OJ5wJN__p4QjVdbdNJjXLdh370hhAkxvl7-PMCl-FtAlVYeFw0kZRTQTSAPtVvCpORGZe-yVEJZ2GEDg/s1600-h/lake+atitlan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676490223503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYi-017f8LQsnfVaW0rpz224Xpmf5vU_jxmhp8w1DNzMf3CVJewLSMQbXIu4OJ5wJN__p4QjVdbdNJjXLdh370hhAkxvl7-PMCl-FtAlVYeFw0kZRTQTSAPtVvCpORGZe-yVEJZ2GEDg/s320/lake+atitlan.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Alma baptized many people at the waters of Momon, which may have looked like these waters in Guatemala.</strong> (This picture came from "Preach My Gospel.")<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7_ha8ksmJCfGuyA42KDoq5XTbeRNu3736fNIAxVP2tJhtYGQ0PGBuTeYHmgU2dJz54mNdNbr7_0gEB05RM2bt4CpDX7NhNzUTmhJrNDVmHfx3x6cytBwmIv8TKifd8XTLLMUTByUFss/s1600-h/waters1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676496993297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7_ha8ksmJCfGuyA42KDoq5XTbeRNu3736fNIAxVP2tJhtYGQ0PGBuTeYHmgU2dJz54mNdNbr7_0gEB05RM2bt4CpDX7NhNzUTmhJrNDVmHfx3x6cytBwmIv8TKifd8XTLLMUTByUFss/s320/waters1.jpg" border="0" /></a>I began composing this piece in 1988, and soon after started organ and composition lessons from Dr. Rulon Christensen at Weber State College. </div><div align="center"><strong>Waters of Mormon, original copy, p1</strong><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPk1AdmASLBFWhgElBsR2WxM7W042NwSmhYUcvP4cNJi_8mt9Qprm-5aeJGXevPsAmoimXaKjFYNbWk_g7qbInQsHzBp4k6T8v_9Xu6ufP9MLyTeLN9goH-X1fEAEgHQ72Iz49ON4tT-A/s1600-h/waters+of+mormon,+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676505431875138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPk1AdmASLBFWhgElBsR2WxM7W042NwSmhYUcvP4cNJi_8mt9Qprm-5aeJGXevPsAmoimXaKjFYNbWk_g7qbInQsHzBp4k6T8v_9Xu6ufP9MLyTeLN9goH-X1fEAEgHQ72Iz49ON4tT-A/s320/waters+of+mormon,+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dr. Christensen told me his favorite part of my song was the second chorus, shown here at bottom after the double bar. This passage is the apex of the piece, and thrills the soul to hear it. It's included on our "Voices from the Dust" program.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq1oEhxGf8gg2qEPOmQFrMHfEuQLgU3nv4FyvAC36Mo-fzZziCujLyAomASBo4JN3mPzvtUL2JDZ1gTnlm86CHfc7inxDYKxVWARTNWQw5XM2WxYPY_zUNE_pvFeebmgTT27lgKVm82A/s1600-h/waters+of+mormon,+original+p8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676514127115874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinq1oEhxGf8gg2qEPOmQFrMHfEuQLgU3nv4FyvAC36Mo-fzZziCujLyAomASBo4JN3mPzvtUL2JDZ1gTnlm86CHfc7inxDYKxVWARTNWQw5XM2WxYPY_zUNE_pvFeebmgTT27lgKVm82A/s320/waters+of+mormon,+original+p8.jpg" border="0" /></a>The most beautiful place for people is where they are when they learn about the Savior. For me, it is at the piano, my "Waters of Mormon." I have received much divine help while seated on the piano bench, with my scriptures in front of me, and paper and pencil in my hand.</p><p align="center"><strong>My "Waters of Mormon," about 1993.<br /></p></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqdQMmh3uaGXhpLfk6ZSQfqvYRHV0jG_PhikR3n5w89EMsqccXlsIfIM55SkopqIUoZ6dRiMyT7Fz0hRLXn-kcf_yEcMMGZ7Yjk1vIX6Qr7PZm4FyYRsTzEM7ZV8X5rUobLJtMWQGr3o/s1600-h/1993+ks+at+piano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676515559810834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqdQMmh3uaGXhpLfk6ZSQfqvYRHV0jG_PhikR3n5w89EMsqccXlsIfIM55SkopqIUoZ6dRiMyT7Fz0hRLXn-kcf_yEcMMGZ7Yjk1vIX6Qr7PZm4FyYRsTzEM7ZV8X5rUobLJtMWQGr3o/s320/1993+ks+at+piano.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-45441716560043438662008-06-11T08:11:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:25.293-08:00PROMOTIONAL MATERIALS<div align="center">Items in our promo packet are shown as follows: </div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Cover letter with invitation to our presentations, includes contact and blog info. Please click to enlarge these pictures so you can read them</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8Dn6LEDmFphSaIeqa8xI9TQdWbPCrrSsc58i0dwQq0cRQEdZLrYKMmT6ul7ZvwOS00qMsTGeYmingWCF6KH_kY768SoHxT34fNs-PBh-nQ4T2jms_RyvksEK9mawwMKPSceNgu_ezHI/s1600-h/cover+letter+for+promo+pak+2008.jpg"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210648594694916546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8Dn6LEDmFphSaIeqa8xI9TQdWbPCrrSsc58i0dwQq0cRQEdZLrYKMmT6ul7ZvwOS00qMsTGeYmingWCF6KH_kY768SoHxT34fNs-PBh-nQ4T2jms_RyvksEK9mawwMKPSceNgu_ezHI/s320/cover+letter+for+promo+pak+2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lmNCsqd296KncGeuBJa2L9J9V8CvevmcLJe8CDqbbSi3jmuV-S7cFZcR4g0jczGUFtk9dq1drKqhWVtxQMtwum4yWKrlKbaTjJbvfSYU4vL_zSsEfes-p3zpsvj7opGgd2x8wHaaQ-w/s1600-h/cover+letter+for+promo+pak+2008.jpg"> <p align="center"></a><strong>The 2008 Kaye Starr Singers Bio<br /></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbq9NVBu8oFPnB_ESJJYzd94-vqZ0fjvvStWvNGpWXzeXc3avFRuBkrDX5XPubkewfr1Pvid8FUi24BRScqxxZRRGaFLCXB27Kkxa6Lr-4J3BxRTIW82VpF-cQOFVoZ2B1slWPPcBvus/s1600-h/kss+bio+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647494930262898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbq9NVBu8oFPnB_ESJJYzd94-vqZ0fjvvStWvNGpWXzeXc3avFRuBkrDX5XPubkewfr1Pvid8FUi24BRScqxxZRRGaFLCXB27Kkxa6Lr-4J3BxRTIW82VpF-cQOFVoZ2B1slWPPcBvus/s320/kss+bio+2008.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong>Kaye Starr Heninger 2008 Bio</strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ-hupWnqNTVbtvTxRVt9LWDuT1Vw-YQNLC1NYo8qCDgX6-K7C4JZNySpZw_V6JX3sM5jYUqhkc1Fl5ogXQtXu0teac3NTscgnWe4BLk4Dcb7mLAVRWw3UhhLo7bux4kAWCSWGjDAUMI/s1600-h/ks+bio+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647524077518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ-hupWnqNTVbtvTxRVt9LWDuT1Vw-YQNLC1NYo8qCDgX6-K7C4JZNySpZw_V6JX3sM5jYUqhkc1Fl5ogXQtXu0teac3NTscgnWe4BLk4Dcb7mLAVRWw3UhhLo7bux4kAWCSWGjDAUMI/s320/ks+bio+2008.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><em>Voices from the Dust</em> Cover letter.</strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9nJxtzH5EVj2tsjJTL-49KmZFpggYzz0rERRLI7okwrAyLP1XT8VcJY3cbMp6ZXvwb6zDn0A01YPgtkyO9wvy4ANirpHjKe0S0G-Nfm6h2BaOa2oIRAhKQeEA6Q4s0Wq4P4bwUHzKtk/s1600-h/VOICES+FROM+THE+DUST+COVER+LETTER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647542911994082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB9nJxtzH5EVj2tsjJTL-49KmZFpggYzz0rERRLI7okwrAyLP1XT8VcJY3cbMp6ZXvwb6zDn0A01YPgtkyO9wvy4ANirpHjKe0S0G-Nfm6h2BaOa2oIRAhKQeEA6Q4s0Wq4P4bwUHzKtk/s320/VOICES+FROM+THE+DUST+COVER+LETTER.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong>Promotional DVD: 17 minutes of our program which premiered at the Lion House</strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeB2BONlZ00edLyDCYiP3-l5yYmxTHPSS2ZRyc91ivdKerxq4BSoIZFS5PkNBxo4WJaRjIiCdehJvDWEPxUiJZhm-vQQS0LtNq1gfI8qbGsNB4l02ZmTnhpGzM2Y3Doe-X8cRKuUiNiw/s1600-h/cd+cover+voices+promo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210647552031399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeB2BONlZ00edLyDCYiP3-l5yYmxTHPSS2ZRyc91ivdKerxq4BSoIZFS5PkNBxo4WJaRjIiCdehJvDWEPxUiJZhm-vQQS0LtNq1gfI8qbGsNB4l02ZmTnhpGzM2Y3Doe-X8cRKuUiNiw/s320/cd+cover+voices+promo.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong>My favorite story, "Lit with Fire," which explains why I write this music.<br /></strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hIdQ0htcTXvND6563sBHUJxV0UoXxRV7zHtoF769X5GNLMmfggUGnTe8IPKEJ5hVjZGLY7o3SqZ6kuJCEzlmKNDaqhMbCw5LpPyFSgqUn87XBy9ENLOWXtXIb_Ren2IhJ0FxZMC8SVg/s1600-h/Lit+with+Fire+%233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210643123439821602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4hIdQ0htcTXvND6563sBHUJxV0UoXxRV7zHtoF769X5GNLMmfggUGnTe8IPKEJ5hVjZGLY7o3SqZ6kuJCEzlmKNDaqhMbCw5LpPyFSgqUn87XBy9ENLOWXtXIb_Ren2IhJ0FxZMC8SVg/s320/Lit+with+Fire+%233.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-2274299934612286562008-06-11T07:35:00.001-07:002008-12-09T07:00:26.818-08:00RESPONSES FROM LISTENERSGratefully, we have received hundreds of wonderful and positive responses through the years. Many came from those who sponsored our program, or just from the listeners, themselves. Here are just a few of them. Please click and read; they're very good! (Also note the different dates. We've been doing this for a long time!)<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Temple Square Concert Series, 1993</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtfJc0kQ1TuXO8gTFr1fztjmLS8AjjnRgm_KYBvdzy9Eea76VLS6txoy0Y1PM5oVR1NPc3a57c-OVdMZEVIhYIfqJqrHBIr5rhybf3Ncyu97m68OFEeOF7iPQhzWvSDzQmKiM7QAeoD0/s1600-h/Temple+Square+Concert+Series+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210634020929149922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtfJc0kQ1TuXO8gTFr1fztjmLS8AjjnRgm_KYBvdzy9Eea76VLS6txoy0Y1PM5oVR1NPc3a57c-OVdMZEVIhYIfqJqrHBIr5rhybf3Ncyu97m68OFEeOF7iPQhzWvSDzQmKiM7QAeoD0/s320/Temple+Square+Concert+Series+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Temple Square Mission, 1995<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWExyrnV-7tXtYbjsw45gmTdeLRDzT95dhvjKuK33bkRJ328M4-cUmHpJ0IYlIUPz6mPXRWUxxanm1dADTK2XgHEDSGqoHDJTDyvlapO7S0Qp2AIY6PNSOdWaTcviKJsbbdoXBg_CgQNg/s1600-h/Temple+Square+Mission+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210634028492447442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWExyrnV-7tXtYbjsw45gmTdeLRDzT95dhvjKuK33bkRJ328M4-cUmHpJ0IYlIUPz6mPXRWUxxanm1dADTK2XgHEDSGqoHDJTDyvlapO7S0Qp2AIY6PNSOdWaTcviKJsbbdoXBg_CgQNg/s320/Temple+Square+Mission+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Many different listeners and leaders from around the world (from the '90's).</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_ArDKmgPUs2_jDDJnOayZ9pzEJBooeOSJm5BdD0V27gpWe3RJ2-xVq1SFI5loFWDXx6ey1y8C2lV_4Wzv9QMDHYxmPHSb010lh9FD1P0t6s-r5PXfFRHi4Jn3iQqCHi33o4EWMCIhAc/s1600-h/1990's+Quotes+about+ksh+Book+of+Mormon+music.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633674744888722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_ArDKmgPUs2_jDDJnOayZ9pzEJBooeOSJm5BdD0V27gpWe3RJ2-xVq1SFI5loFWDXx6ey1y8C2lV_4Wzv9QMDHYxmPHSb010lh9FD1P0t6s-r5PXfFRHi4Jn3iQqCHi33o4EWMCIhAc/s320/1990's+Quotes+about+ksh+Book+of+Mormon+music.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Boyd K. Packer, of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles</strong><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3goNMRiCCZgzc9ZnixZQn2xs4xl86sh-Xx8rnvcnwYxXKSZA6y2Wl8WTBmEHcIpq6Iqq3EcqqBYtWeu7ZqBgA3rgBXcACHczpspxpWp41Ajli0IBoCqCCAIFg8bNzWLEGMK-DTla81Y/s1600-h/Boyd+K.+Packer+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633347690757346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3goNMRiCCZgzc9ZnixZQn2xs4xl86sh-Xx8rnvcnwYxXKSZA6y2Wl8WTBmEHcIpq6Iqq3EcqqBYtWeu7ZqBgA3rgBXcACHczpspxpWp41Ajli0IBoCqCCAIFg8bNzWLEGMK-DTla81Y/s320/Boyd+K.+Packer+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>W. Herbert Klopfer, Church Music Department</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvHtZrysEzq1k59pbSzdnM40FYISd6_iyEJalB-MWaaYSAqBwdXO1bJbqHDgpsgIm7C6VbaPUYINye9W3lOKj4btcS_1uk1XD2EddU4e-s-nVAEChuZgJHyYaDcfRoHbeH5Y47JCoFyQ/s1600-h/Herbert+Klopfer+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633354065069602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvHtZrysEzq1k59pbSzdnM40FYISd6_iyEJalB-MWaaYSAqBwdXO1bJbqHDgpsgIm7C6VbaPUYINye9W3lOKj4btcS_1uk1XD2EddU4e-s-nVAEChuZgJHyYaDcfRoHbeH5Y47JCoFyQ/s320/Herbert+Klopfer+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Idaho Falls Idaho South Stake. I still remember this program presented for over 700 youth, parents and leaders following a stake Book of Mormon reading program. "The Spirit of God, Like a Fire" was burning that day.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLHSelvWU9sFrhuok7pvkLx8VD3Ca0bjLvvg9FW_lgtQOsgabA0oJ5Qc1NKV3ysRMsnSpEg93_EG_rt-Mw7w-erbEfwNo6S-9bej1cB1ItGsiS-f_lGspoP4r692Jgs1pNU6IxEolYcU/s1600-h/Idaho+Falls+South+Stake+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633355997042050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLHSelvWU9sFrhuok7pvkLx8VD3Ca0bjLvvg9FW_lgtQOsgabA0oJ5Qc1NKV3ysRMsnSpEg93_EG_rt-Mw7w-erbEfwNo6S-9bej1cB1ItGsiS-f_lGspoP4r692Jgs1pNU6IxEolYcU/s320/Idaho+Falls+South+Stake+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>A thank you from Sister Mary Ellen Smoot, General Relief Society President. She went to school with Brent at "Dear Old Davis High School" in Kaysville, Utah.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nnzJ5_u97mboM7n7K6xTjjjAa3khK3ChlgtHQmLFfO2Dje7jhfCzJ0rbe3YxxcbRqu1ZhfUo3hkyLxCFPZBprs7cjYKRPaCwrKlyGW9tuDZV1-PLpSiftZEHwIfJs_-6oBWqWk6Vogg/s1600-h/Mary+Ellen+Smoot+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633360553270882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nnzJ5_u97mboM7n7K6xTjjjAa3khK3ChlgtHQmLFfO2Dje7jhfCzJ0rbe3YxxcbRqu1ZhfUo3hkyLxCFPZBprs7cjYKRPaCwrKlyGW9tuDZV1-PLpSiftZEHwIfJs_-6oBWqWk6Vogg/s320/Mary+Ellen+Smoot+response.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> From Cottonwood 10th Ward in SLC, UT. This was a very spiritual experience.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfN0kOnyJvcBanU3sZ9fMZtEsqe1m_qwKy3trK1F-pUkx886fI1yhNmHBQBpxixUqUhl1SgyELQk3PGUMw9mVY2ylBPJuN3bz29IweEfVRhvtBx07GbOR0YVduvTZKiMxsYbpoz9btxI/s1600-h/SLC+ward+response.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210633368593350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfN0kOnyJvcBanU3sZ9fMZtEsqe1m_qwKy3trK1F-pUkx886fI1yhNmHBQBpxixUqUhl1SgyELQk3PGUMw9mVY2ylBPJuN3bz29IweEfVRhvtBx07GbOR0YVduvTZKiMxsYbpoz9btxI/s320/SLC+ward+response.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-48265728602283125972008-06-10T14:22:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:29.324-08:00TWO SONGS FOR JAMIEI wish you could meet Jamie, an angel who became my friend. She's a sufferer of EB, a congenital skin disease that has mangled her thin hands into sore stumps, and every movement gives her pain. This picture reveals she was featured in the ENSIGN magazine, March 2006.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnF49IGsKZjkGz5_vRIb3Qrz6X3bnu_vIgbqoiWMzWRe3eGg42Sed-MLzCvo0lcsYXlwZQY89pDK2_DMCX0LQUQn_iH7l430svTbtqmKTSrlXsAtu9V7OCQtmrYUtJ9BGWtBZq94Z3yII/s1600-h/jamie1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210379529375587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnF49IGsKZjkGz5_vRIb3Qrz6X3bnu_vIgbqoiWMzWRe3eGg42Sed-MLzCvo0lcsYXlwZQY89pDK2_DMCX0LQUQn_iH7l430svTbtqmKTSrlXsAtu9V7OCQtmrYUtJ9BGWtBZq94Z3yII/s320/jamie1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Her mother, Sheila Gibson, my best friend from my early teens, begged me to please come and stay with her then 19-year-old daughter, and write a song for her.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Best friends, Sheila, age 16, Shirley, my sister, age 15 and Kaye Starr, age 17, 1961<br /></div></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkIa2i3cpiPZudYH3b4BjEoLsN99A-FWezU4rvDbtVyzMCIGk578KsShMXY0AtdO3EwcnOjBgz1RjOoDCRST7ayiO10WkRFkzegDmO8WfOz0mNgfYSJJFHXwm34bog40gcCOsXlVsX7Q/s1600-h/VillaMontalvo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210377815819830914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkIa2i3cpiPZudYH3b4BjEoLsN99A-FWezU4rvDbtVyzMCIGk578KsShMXY0AtdO3EwcnOjBgz1RjOoDCRST7ayiO10WkRFkzegDmO8WfOz0mNgfYSJJFHXwm34bog40gcCOsXlVsX7Q/s320/VillaMontalvo2.jpg" border="0" /></a> At Sheila's request, I began my work on Jamie's favorite and most comforting hymn, "Abide with Me; 'Tis Eventide." Jamie was always talking about the Savior. She would say, "If I willingly endure as Jesus did, I can help fulfill His plan and be a part of His great work." She was surrounded by an aura of light; I could almost see it.<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Jamie in 2006</strong><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0httuo75Yrt5IoRnG7TJvaZWznQgLC62Q5KLHK-XfA7GAQeiFPTNad1ohb7-ZsUuQPcclLGH47xkinoMx2Q36Aeth0j2lp2uiYZ3kH-hRFebite1291FIQet2zA6vg-nkLocn0ZnS1M/s1600-h/jamie3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210377821554013330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0httuo75Yrt5IoRnG7TJvaZWznQgLC62Q5KLHK-XfA7GAQeiFPTNad1ohb7-ZsUuQPcclLGH47xkinoMx2Q36Aeth0j2lp2uiYZ3kH-hRFebite1291FIQet2zA6vg-nkLocn0ZnS1M/s320/jamie3.jpg" border="0" /></a>I believe that the most beautiful modulations and heavenly passages that can be heard in this piece came because Jamie would lay on the couch beside me while I composed it. I believe angels were in the room at the time. Why not? She was there, and they were helping her. Possessing the most beautifully angelic and etherial voice, Jamie could honestly sing the words, <em>"Thy walk today</em> <em>with me has made my heart within me burn, as I communed with Thee."</em> </p><p align="left"><strong>This is the original, written at the Gibson home, Pleasant Grove, Utah, in 1997.</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMGsWnm8-j9MDqp1KT59-C_KS400TX58Uc8h31QRR6fpP1H0jV-M9yeRWNbPkjdeAXn7IxndHqCMuzoIzV6Tu_BjopnR1lWZ3EnP0aK-eZKMvcJdjrisLxY1aQ1077odr2W8IJSErZpQ/s1600-h/abide,+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210377824642563506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMGsWnm8-j9MDqp1KT59-C_KS400TX58Uc8h31QRR6fpP1H0jV-M9yeRWNbPkjdeAXn7IxndHqCMuzoIzV6Tu_BjopnR1lWZ3EnP0aK-eZKMvcJdjrisLxY1aQ1077odr2W8IJSErZpQ/s320/abide,+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Later I created a Male Quartet with SATB Choir arrangement of this piece that was recorded and paid for by Wade Cook, public benefactor and promoter of good music. It's heard on the "Sacred Classics" recording that I have spoken of earlier. It's a favorite on that album.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTQmLBxJnywzuc7U6M1b7h0_-xeVgB6l-Yr33dFAu7phSl8qttBXUoqnf80-py6mej6UBnEWdtzYooMz01ib23HDphoiJBmln0RhBty6JMuGgkoVBLHKTF_nSS7JmV3v-y4Jvb131ojM/s1600-h/abide,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210377830929618306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTQmLBxJnywzuc7U6M1b7h0_-xeVgB6l-Yr33dFAu7phSl8qttBXUoqnf80-py6mej6UBnEWdtzYooMz01ib23HDphoiJBmln0RhBty6JMuGgkoVBLHKTF_nSS7JmV3v-y4Jvb131ojM/s320/abide,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jamie loves to watch the rain because it makes her happy. Any kind of rain, loud, soft, black rain or white rain, makes her reflect, think and then pray. She wanted me to write a song about rain. When she went to Ricks College, Idaho, to school, I found myself spending more time at the Rock Chapel by my home in Layton to be alone. There, in a sacred room, I placed my hands on the piano keys and asked the Lord to specifically move my hands to sound like Jamie's rain. He did!</p><p align="left"><strong>Here it is: Jamie's rain, using the melody of "There is an Hour of Peace and Rest." Exactly! That's what rain did for Jamie. It gave her an hour of peace and rest, and allowed her to commune again with her Savior.</strong> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHcO8M4wE_W2CsRaalZlKFBiL9Qu5EnIfYmOjs_ToKwLB40p-_LJP0b8n_gFtzORFnnlZ5D_oR2buwB4jiOe7anZ8z1_5vP6wu1g198ABWMLcGzGH71AK97gvg_o7qvOIkxy3X7tR7Mc/s1600-h/there+is+an+hour,+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210377842898983906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHcO8M4wE_W2CsRaalZlKFBiL9Qu5EnIfYmOjs_ToKwLB40p-_LJP0b8n_gFtzORFnnlZ5D_oR2buwB4jiOe7anZ8z1_5vP6wu1g198ABWMLcGzGH71AK97gvg_o7qvOIkxy3X7tR7Mc/s320/there+is+an+hour,+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's the original piano score. <strong>These notes represent a thunder storm.</strong> I stand back and look at this arrangement. I'm amazed how it all came together. I could never have done it alone. Jamie, this one's for you.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlELvSD1mFg3lZ0sv4F-7l6aN1SJRAyyYbCH9C4GFOaq1SSbCjKwocm-MnGoSgL2e684DwieJJ2_E_Zp3vlPHQ178HTV2TPpGJq0zXK-ThPlx4w1DxtY1zLU5X7WKZTJWXu0QHEF3aFs/s1600-h/there+is+an+hour,+original+p2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210375548217005170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlELvSD1mFg3lZ0sv4F-7l6aN1SJRAyyYbCH9C4GFOaq1SSbCjKwocm-MnGoSgL2e684DwieJJ2_E_Zp3vlPHQ178HTV2TPpGJq0zXK-ThPlx4w1DxtY1zLU5X7WKZTJWXu0QHEF3aFs/s320/there+is+an+hour,+original+p2.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was also recorded by Wade Cook. It's a wonderful arrangement! Thank you, Jamie!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsNzjSqZQDYbgg3Msl_J61oSnRJjiB3PcCONbViZ7On6Fw47puAMXdGiFaU2VUr-iNduiDhFMID6Qh-yLmvpNkBLcLqcdUd-kkC-lKkudQLLGHBNuw94UcFBSwCcd0_oHpbnIqtiFykw/s1600-h/there+is+an+hour,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210375556593732370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsNzjSqZQDYbgg3Msl_J61oSnRJjiB3PcCONbViZ7On6Fw47puAMXdGiFaU2VUr-iNduiDhFMID6Qh-yLmvpNkBLcLqcdUd-kkC-lKkudQLLGHBNuw94UcFBSwCcd0_oHpbnIqtiFykw/s320/there+is+an+hour,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quoting from the ENSIGN article: "Jamie was the second of Jim and Sheila Gibsons' children born with EB. Her older brother Ben also suffered from the disease and passed away at age 19. Most people with EB are not expected to live past the age of 30, as the sores and scar tissue often lead to infection, malnutrition, and skin cancer."<br /><br /><strong>Jamie and Taylor Hartley were sealed in the Mount Timpanogos Utah Temple December 9, 2005. Jamie didn't know she would ever have the blessing of marriage in this life.<br /></strong><strong><p align="left"></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjD0cu6gFQ1L8rC97_snO0YOH5RCQAOUu455AY-d1e17I01ixg-ywqdlhmQ6bVoDR7m1fRc45OxCBQJX7a8mARnDUFn9EUAlNtaFblUTPpZfYCMOBIQB59iq9b2PxyeiyNqmoOBcLjTRE/s1600-h/Nov-Dec+Birthdays+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210375570251451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjD0cu6gFQ1L8rC97_snO0YOH5RCQAOUu455AY-d1e17I01ixg-ywqdlhmQ6bVoDR7m1fRc45OxCBQJX7a8mARnDUFn9EUAlNtaFblUTPpZfYCMOBIQB59iq9b2PxyeiyNqmoOBcLjTRE/s320/Nov-Dec+Birthdays+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jamie is an angel living on earth. Through her, I have had the privilege to be in the presence of a heavenly spirit, who changed my life and helped me make heavenly music.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhuO57TMfNuFbHr9R-SbH_kut-s8Dv0OMofAQqnqfIMIs43yNJRvX3so61Zj4MCm0bpxuA-LiAKwSHYY5iqscLDLIPpaIYOt_WccutRqOrwqVgBDBgL5w6hI0GpWhbNjYMIhBFw0FDro/s1600-h/jamie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210375573649106434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhuO57TMfNuFbHr9R-SbH_kut-s8Dv0OMofAQqnqfIMIs43yNJRvX3so61Zj4MCm0bpxuA-LiAKwSHYY5iqscLDLIPpaIYOt_WccutRqOrwqVgBDBgL5w6hI0GpWhbNjYMIhBFw0FDro/s320/jamie2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jamie's parents are two more angels dwelling on the earth. Jim Gibson says, "Just a couple weeks before Ben's death, Jamie and Ben both received their endowments in the Salt Lake Temple. For the last time in this life, we had all four of our children together with us, and in the celestial room we embraced in a family hug. It was a special highlight of my life." <p align="center"><strong>Brent and Kaye Starr Heninger, left, with Sheila and Jim Gibson, 2005</strong><strong></p></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdbld_9p5vPPG2EGRHGaVIz6eyePZd03JTsYQiYkspK548upWpHGHtEzdGIYWDJDqr5Xrzy-id0anyZqzOgp5Xyw8uv8Ulto_GA11RP352Si-klYq1iru1X7bFzPVgC3RnMO1UMe18mA/s1600-h/Nov-Dec+Birthdays+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210375576484955922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdbld_9p5vPPG2EGRHGaVIz6eyePZd03JTsYQiYkspK548upWpHGHtEzdGIYWDJDqr5Xrzy-id0anyZqzOgp5Xyw8uv8Ulto_GA11RP352Si-klYq1iru1X7bFzPVgC3RnMO1UMe18mA/s320/Nov-Dec+Birthdays+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">We're still best friends.</p>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-42863297088237403722008-06-09T10:08:00.001-07:002008-12-09T07:00:36.575-08:00AWARDS AND RECOGNITIONS<div align="center"><strong>WINNER OF THE DESERET DRAMATIC ARTS AWARDS, 2006 AND 2007</strong></div><br />"Voices from the Dust" was one of six awarded the <em>Deseret Dramatic Arts Award</em> in the LDS Church 2007 contest. The Kaye Starr Singers premiered the program at the Lion House March 20, 2008.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwOFzNa5YyjrJW2EXO4Cy9es1Lsu7eeX2U290gQ2rghzhlpaBs3mNDErve0BCTIF2-JLYv_ZzwMp2JOWFgCZWJTWA2pO5RUVsjeKgt4FfGnxbGrTglJgK_hoDc7j-Fxzy3IoY-bk012E/s1600-h/lds+award,+voices+from+the+dust.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209967547850560178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwOFzNa5YyjrJW2EXO4Cy9es1Lsu7eeX2U290gQ2rghzhlpaBs3mNDErve0BCTIF2-JLYv_ZzwMp2JOWFgCZWJTWA2pO5RUVsjeKgt4FfGnxbGrTglJgK_hoDc7j-Fxzy3IoY-bk012E/s320/lds+award,+voices+from+the+dust.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here, with my husband, Brent, and mother, Maudie Mae Bradley, I received the award from Michael Magleby, Church Music Department head, shown second from left.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZjyp805cXOA8SeR5a0wOfQGQS3AWTps5E2qjls7zKfAskd2eI7CDN9OCgzXV08j-3qHoBBYCiSsqpiOlQDEFjCOa4iPjm_ksVDmnN60sgn6AYOFAUW3CSfH9hB9_GCZ_MYhPbwAAfNg/s1600-h/2008+feb+073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209967556135978786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZjyp805cXOA8SeR5a0wOfQGQS3AWTps5E2qjls7zKfAskd2eI7CDN9OCgzXV08j-3qHoBBYCiSsqpiOlQDEFjCOa4iPjm_ksVDmnN60sgn6AYOFAUW3CSfH9hB9_GCZ_MYhPbwAAfNg/s320/2008+feb+073.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Songs of the Prophets" won the same award in 2006. Winners were honored at a featured concert two evenings in February 2007.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULiZExNAv2fHwkqxSDSZVfsAjUCRzWDB8h4iTdyld4at4tQ_71TyhIzP3bb74S5BBzt0MctR-g5oNhnZBRwMDLVyZtawXDcFVYYm_EklORBxPOKJd2r-YpwICGxPoQW1FpnwKwUB4AtI/s1600-h/lds+award,+songs+of+the+prophets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209965916387512018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULiZExNAv2fHwkqxSDSZVfsAjUCRzWDB8h4iTdyld4at4tQ_71TyhIzP3bb74S5BBzt0MctR-g5oNhnZBRwMDLVyZtawXDcFVYYm_EklORBxPOKJd2r-YpwICGxPoQW1FpnwKwUB4AtI/s320/lds+award,+songs+of+the+prophets.jpg" border="0" /></a> Grant Barton is a co-author of the narrative for "Songs of the Prophets." Here he is shown with his wife, Sheri, at an awards luncheon hosted by the church in the Church Office Building.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xeKnMB_Z0-CMW-l52vWPYHY0IVMCpzFr1PJBEbyWFf2HSrri9jMyfjAlV28DslAotEbpweIZH-09IxIlkgj7c0ECMi76chjzdgV6h9P8xeSFbqR6lfVa0Je2Lp_zuqMKHxu6FeQJpPQ/s1600-h/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award+(5).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209965925998285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7xeKnMB_Z0-CMW-l52vWPYHY0IVMCpzFr1PJBEbyWFf2HSrri9jMyfjAlV28DslAotEbpweIZH-09IxIlkgj7c0ECMi76chjzdgV6h9P8xeSFbqR6lfVa0Je2Lp_zuqMKHxu6FeQJpPQ/s320/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award+(5).jpg" border="0" /></a> My parents, Maudie Mae and Jim Bradley attended the concert at night.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2w9Waf9nznXuv-e4bfzGlXYIkn1pjZ3cJ8AmGXKI_QMZ6ikJ7lDYDRXZWMRJ1nwDXoT_rWPMyqYxKHCUR-zClz8Jd43KTTIUQIWEMbhGSkhpjkGoqVbMbD_Jr3HwbzTGFLKjWjZVk2Uo/s1600-h/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209965934029998738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2w9Waf9nznXuv-e4bfzGlXYIkn1pjZ3cJ8AmGXKI_QMZ6ikJ7lDYDRXZWMRJ1nwDXoT_rWPMyqYxKHCUR-zClz8Jd43KTTIUQIWEMbhGSkhpjkGoqVbMbD_Jr3HwbzTGFLKjWjZVk2Uo/s320/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> CALIFORNIA TOUR, APRIL 2007</strong><br />Elaine Bailey promoted several very successful missionary events.</div><div align="center"><strong>Kaye Starr Heninger from Salt Lake City, UT with Elaine Bailey from Los Gatos, CA</strong></div><div align="center">We were friends since we were teens. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvonLUJBenj1le1zvFPDMoof1z0PltNdVFKg5hJF-matgLoNdz7PLMahDscmPwPsrwULxZ_jxm2GDC3mNn2Aob190iMhCNGpTe-ogOV69Bfx5VgDc9dgVVTH3n8-oTTrsEIMGMfNAwno/s1600-h/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award+(4).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209961893543416018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvonLUJBenj1le1zvFPDMoof1z0PltNdVFKg5hJF-matgLoNdz7PLMahDscmPwPsrwULxZ_jxm2GDC3mNn2Aob190iMhCNGpTe-ogOV69Bfx5VgDc9dgVVTH3n8-oTTrsEIMGMfNAwno/s320/2007+feb+23+%26+24+KSH+wins+song+award+(4).jpg" border="0" /></a>This flyer was beautifully printed and circulated in much of the greater San Jose, CA areas.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05fRisAxq8VBri4jyvyRdlvAlVZCX72u_EHuVACxFhNXyKr8KThGApP_06kYxEuu0PR4kwrVmBt_pfOTKp7zBYL7p4EzWd4GXi0JvAnnnYWS-G-Vl562cQwKwkE4Z6Qgk9GBoGGmcO9Y/s1600-h/2007+ca+THE+POWER+AND+THE+PROMISE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209961907692851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05fRisAxq8VBri4jyvyRdlvAlVZCX72u_EHuVACxFhNXyKr8KThGApP_06kYxEuu0PR4kwrVmBt_pfOTKp7zBYL7p4EzWd4GXi0JvAnnnYWS-G-Vl562cQwKwkE4Z6Qgk9GBoGGmcO9Y/s320/2007+ca+THE+POWER+AND+THE+PROMISE.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>The Kaye Starr Singers in California, 2007</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ERRWlTlVwbhJGayUx_klEYL55en0zYPIkRlUiaXkx_Eoozsql7R03Nmxp0gtvuTo3WuPA4zSD20-zraxtnmPVySczjLdGcMjbEf2ozV0Nl8Y9HTI5tFeMX2uj3sGgaIfftsxY9txwPE/s1600-h/2007+May+20+Kaye+Starr+Singers+CA+Tour+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209961917177302946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ERRWlTlVwbhJGayUx_klEYL55en0zYPIkRlUiaXkx_Eoozsql7R03Nmxp0gtvuTo3WuPA4zSD20-zraxtnmPVySczjLdGcMjbEf2ozV0Nl8Y9HTI5tFeMX2uj3sGgaIfftsxY9txwPE/s320/2007+May+20+Kaye+Starr+Singers+CA+Tour+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>A CD was produced by Dave Petersen and funded by Elaine Bailey, in conjunction with the efforts of Jay Ballard Sampson and the LDS Church. This CD features the children's chorus, who traveled to California with us. Missionaries and members from 11 stakes from the San Jose area attended the presentations in Sacrament Meeting and Saturday and Sunday evening firesides.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH07HcBS75IGNq8SbB7NXDQ0CimNDxhHwanUbtwkLz3WVC22DI68BQwGCEfivrUHDWCKlcEvfmYSFTcUA7Xmx2LByOct4Bla14qlrHv4roSZi1rtjJanvxLKNJqYPcWUfTS8l-t8LQOw/s1600-h/DAVE'S+CD+COVER+P2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209961927235235922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVH07HcBS75IGNq8SbB7NXDQ0CimNDxhHwanUbtwkLz3WVC22DI68BQwGCEfivrUHDWCKlcEvfmYSFTcUA7Xmx2LByOct4Bla14qlrHv4roSZi1rtjJanvxLKNJqYPcWUfTS8l-t8LQOw/s320/DAVE'S+CD+COVER+P2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chris Castro and Suzanne Horne lent invaluable help in organizing the trip. Here they are shown outside adjusting costumes just before a performance.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDoWN2-bUO8P-mzY9D4e7XHrdYcUquuvliD6X3CE5Z9xZ5BOOoc5BUTUlMe2z3ntkPlMrjUmvQM3023v-7rHo3smg1BvqX91zIO0QVW7d9IEEt00ETfGyrVqXcnwWjVbY3nlrszYbs110/s1600-h/2007+May+CA+tour+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209961937588734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDoWN2-bUO8P-mzY9D4e7XHrdYcUquuvliD6X3CE5Z9xZ5BOOoc5BUTUlMe2z3ntkPlMrjUmvQM3023v-7rHo3smg1BvqX91zIO0QVW7d9IEEt00ETfGyrVqXcnwWjVbY3nlrszYbs110/s320/2007+May+CA+tour+097.jpg" border="0" /></a>Elaine Bailey' selfless spirit of love and service will always be remembered. Thank-you, Elaine!</div><div align="center"><br /><strong>HAWAII TOUR, MAY 2007</strong></div><div align="center">Bodie and Beth Uale hosted our tours on the island of Oahu. We were very fortunate to rehearse in their lovely home in Honolulu.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9wyVEAVBPbHMMFGsFBFD3ICIJHvDzMNBjMOuvzTkfEKPdLkKQ_pw84_LRDffFM0mvLzrQulSX-sh8CV_xQokcVNLFQlf5-I6igJNyrhCwHEhOBBXQBogVy_fy7MHDpKvSQjsADhgt9Q/s1600-h/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958949715419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9wyVEAVBPbHMMFGsFBFD3ICIJHvDzMNBjMOuvzTkfEKPdLkKQ_pw84_LRDffFM0mvLzrQulSX-sh8CV_xQokcVNLFQlf5-I6igJNyrhCwHEhOBBXQBogVy_fy7MHDpKvSQjsADhgt9Q/s320/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+047.jpg" border="0" /></a>It was a great privilege to hear Bodie and Justin Uale sing one of my Book of Mormon duets, "Psalm of Nephi"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa3Z-eJPYIR0iV2amktg_4lu3nXn05S2OVl23hagX0onLbYWw8lEDcwc5dP7nX5yD7NdvYulbAE6vpSiA_eDZLfnjHYMF4Win61XCEYWd52g-xLM4MlLASVKRluFHD4kLOkMFJ7fI4eQ/s1600-h/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958957186858738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa3Z-eJPYIR0iV2amktg_4lu3nXn05S2OVl23hagX0onLbYWw8lEDcwc5dP7nX5yD7NdvYulbAE6vpSiA_eDZLfnjHYMF4Win61XCEYWd52g-xLM4MlLASVKRluFHD4kLOkMFJ7fI4eQ/s320/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+050.jpg" border="0" /></a>The ladies of the Kaye Starr Singers travel to Laie to sing in a Sacrament Meeting near the LDS temple. We had so much fun together. The Uale's know so many extra friendly people in this wonderful and beautiful place.<br /><strong>L to R: Shauna Morris, Cindy Bingham, Krista Fisher, Kaye Starr, Andria Uale Tupola, Kelly Fisher and Beth Uale</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx98bE98Uf9xlm4siPatu6CqvS2i-gpCvjEAipFYgMd63nRXu2YB4p0lQmHocJLs0HpYrAtE0FUEIexv6_-1uWiUCDC2nbwVpd-mIXY-c0if4BewJGjhKROIRzLiPHuZ0hci_txVL93U/s1600-h/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958966486953970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqx98bE98Uf9xlm4siPatu6CqvS2i-gpCvjEAipFYgMd63nRXu2YB4p0lQmHocJLs0HpYrAtE0FUEIexv6_-1uWiUCDC2nbwVpd-mIXY-c0if4BewJGjhKROIRzLiPHuZ0hci_txVL93U/s320/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+085.jpg" border="0" /></a>The guys have fun too!<strong> L to R: Craig Morris, Jason Bingham, The Uale brothers, Gale Thompson, Don Heninger, Brent Heninger<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYDGCe1JPQ09LPDb7LyorvoY1PNg_JRMu6kqCP4lZyV0O7DK0qRFT_Dpb5_CUavVzT_GOxUsawTRqiBrcl6RNY2E8vtjcx0lZqkKcRB_Hf_xYeP0h9gT7h3d6n_ttyZYklam76WDxp-Q/s1600-h/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958979230681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYDGCe1JPQ09LPDb7LyorvoY1PNg_JRMu6kqCP4lZyV0O7DK0qRFT_Dpb5_CUavVzT_GOxUsawTRqiBrcl6RNY2E8vtjcx0lZqkKcRB_Hf_xYeP0h9gT7h3d6n_ttyZYklam76WDxp-Q/s320/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+088.jpg" border="0" /></a>Andria, our alto and wonderful hostess for this event, her brothers and mother, at the temple.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLilrGh0RNL7588ScIhTNC29F0IdGxgfY3_Py8RTeuYhrQvBvN98Hob10m6WiBrRY2PkZArfskcveHn-1oKWk-irr8NhJMw1nTXTFexc3DMqC9sX7f0MK3KFILUjbmY9ET4mS1Ae591qA/s1600-h/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958989287226466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLilrGh0RNL7588ScIhTNC29F0IdGxgfY3_Py8RTeuYhrQvBvN98Hob10m6WiBrRY2PkZArfskcveHn-1oKWk-irr8NhJMw1nTXTFexc3DMqC9sX7f0MK3KFILUjbmY9ET4mS1Ae591qA/s320/2007+Oahu,+Hawaii+114.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nellie Jenks, our dear family friend, was hostess for the musical tour on the big island of Hawaii.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWNMV5rSUClLVHM22xKL5sXxHji4gA_6kpsoxeTzT7PR-i5nhydyszmNeEV9u7_Ec9MiHIxn-1CNoyQLQRbLrGZCWDfA-qJd-PCsV45fkcxKLhMZQdvgaClbVv3b8VY0-VS-PQT773Sw/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958184945061426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWNMV5rSUClLVHM22xKL5sXxHji4gA_6kpsoxeTzT7PR-i5nhydyszmNeEV9u7_Ec9MiHIxn-1CNoyQLQRbLrGZCWDfA-qJd-PCsV45fkcxKLhMZQdvgaClbVv3b8VY0-VS-PQT773Sw/s320/2007+Hawaii+063.jpg" border="0" /></a>My mother, Nellie and Janice Heninger, waiting for the Kona Sacrament Meeting to begin.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jQYdIIEanYTGM8WWDhlcPtFAa0AqnEI0NiDLlv9BRtLfcZKX0tWx8H-_z89ZGeC3_HtW_ljAb0qQtk8Wzd7XzX8ugStzRF5g9T1dSSwuIub_MNrGwLFk3hNZ-a5IZJoYOCi8h17CpgE/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958194939868050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jQYdIIEanYTGM8WWDhlcPtFAa0AqnEI0NiDLlv9BRtLfcZKX0tWx8H-_z89ZGeC3_HtW_ljAb0qQtk8Wzd7XzX8ugStzRF5g9T1dSSwuIub_MNrGwLFk3hNZ-a5IZJoYOCi8h17CpgE/s320/2007+Hawaii+237.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Kona troupe gather for some real Hawaiin music by the seashore. What fun!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQzPP31QO42X5ow14FhEge9iB6bCjG_rSOHzEu9wxj3ge_UEODsRcj41XIE6dVrhNx2zQqTKXl3RaLE84ZjKG-CJI1EmV94RZVkjaXtNI2RnnkYHEl6Hmo_Hc59-Le7Fll2cdX_ub-uE/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958204099430146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQzPP31QO42X5ow14FhEge9iB6bCjG_rSOHzEu9wxj3ge_UEODsRcj41XIE6dVrhNx2zQqTKXl3RaLE84ZjKG-CJI1EmV94RZVkjaXtNI2RnnkYHEl6Hmo_Hc59-Le7Fll2cdX_ub-uE/s320/2007+Hawaii+085.jpg" border="0" /></a> Akaka Falls. We enjoyed so many sights and so much friendship.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLrvaIbwsLeUEHn02errztwG47jkej2ZvHB1qMHwHWDfbYxktEbJC77nW6_S2S8h2FQa1EGpWPn7rpWLAKNsrILYCZevPAEQQnvwMt01kUJT1SfML5llO_7UDe-jWXFAblQICpxIB7-U/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+211.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957722180092498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimLrvaIbwsLeUEHn02errztwG47jkej2ZvHB1qMHwHWDfbYxktEbJC77nW6_S2S8h2FQa1EGpWPn7rpWLAKNsrILYCZevPAEQQnvwMt01kUJT1SfML5llO_7UDe-jWXFAblQICpxIB7-U/s320/2007+Hawaii+211.jpg" border="0" /></a> Right in front of everyone, I get kissed by my sweetheart, Brent.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiD8PvQVfRCR6HUFvWZgZ3BFx11IE4HsAhvOVoU7We7KgC-q4qfckMbfwInooi-4ersc5nfM9GOCJX6HV0HWi6PZKVjaFQgoKKpad6yLp1-vwimvFL5yNwUvc0o1XODuKG5J2H7SjOEuY/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+212.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957728553119090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiD8PvQVfRCR6HUFvWZgZ3BFx11IE4HsAhvOVoU7We7KgC-q4qfckMbfwInooi-4ersc5nfM9GOCJX6HV0HWi6PZKVjaFQgoKKpad6yLp1-vwimvFL5yNwUvc0o1XODuKG5J2H7SjOEuY/s320/2007+Hawaii+212.jpg" border="0" /></a>Everyone wanted a picture!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHxAB9qATAmwlNPhtzxsg5fvIaimaJqtmz5IUdr3jbImE9k1ovzk734sXdaoZQXtYbEgD0M10AFFuHOpSofxTCpy5TOcF7r0fYp14abuQUXRTT8WejsRzfaIfOgWSWhRubQT5fTHDgZs/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+213.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957734292689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHxAB9qATAmwlNPhtzxsg5fvIaimaJqtmz5IUdr3jbImE9k1ovzk734sXdaoZQXtYbEgD0M10AFFuHOpSofxTCpy5TOcF7r0fYp14abuQUXRTT8WejsRzfaIfOgWSWhRubQT5fTHDgZs/s320/2007+Hawaii+213.jpg" border="0" /></a>Help! Brent had to come up for air! Such passion!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkGN_NOw-n3WS5tK8UoHUE20aafpa1b4_w9sRinKXZnJTJRdJfYKdkFLorZ0SMF5JR8djm2LNSha24W11yAgAI6sxCwtWTfSQvWka2oBylyohHtl12v8AhEr5hmVOFnSxUXW8RpWtPrE/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+214.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957740425146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQkGN_NOw-n3WS5tK8UoHUE20aafpa1b4_w9sRinKXZnJTJRdJfYKdkFLorZ0SMF5JR8djm2LNSha24W11yAgAI6sxCwtWTfSQvWka2oBylyohHtl12v8AhEr5hmVOFnSxUXW8RpWtPrE/s320/2007+Hawaii+214.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here, in the Kona chapel, the spirit of our message was felt by everyone. We lingered long with new-found friends. This was an unforgettable and rewarding experience.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA2_1btY-Sp89YQ4EtfNG2yxiq45BojQMmVBxQxrUck9KSdNerfVoexiZI_4XFo6G2YiegAs61LQbYD1wni3xoWbU_qHLxZJsgm1DVRlejxM-3JMjAbcecwHgKEZS2LIv0ZyjgkX_RoM/s1600-h/2007+Hawaii+236.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957752413803426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA2_1btY-Sp89YQ4EtfNG2yxiq45BojQMmVBxQxrUck9KSdNerfVoexiZI_4XFo6G2YiegAs61LQbYD1wni3xoWbU_qHLxZJsgm1DVRlejxM-3JMjAbcecwHgKEZS2LIv0ZyjgkX_RoM/s320/2007+Hawaii+236.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>St George, Utah Tour with Gabriel, February 2007</strong><br />The Kaye Starr Singers<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1_TJ8UV8SBBZfgmpvMRuyYtBoBKoUfDIk3elSllua4DE3DQRf49yk_IJw24keZfxsN6fVgf-nXa9nTWOwwIUb7r32esyyOfLiahUuO8mSZUSR_KMJf_LUW58vuw8YO9Fv_xfWRgEqVM/s1600-h/2007+Feb+9-10+KKS+St.+George+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209944142952482466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1_TJ8UV8SBBZfgmpvMRuyYtBoBKoUfDIk3elSllua4DE3DQRf49yk_IJw24keZfxsN6fVgf-nXa9nTWOwwIUb7r32esyyOfLiahUuO8mSZUSR_KMJf_LUW58vuw8YO9Fv_xfWRgEqVM/s320/2007+Feb+9-10+KKS+St.+George+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>Gabriel joins our group. This presentation of "Break Forth into Joy!" filled the Dixie College Institute chapel and cultural hall with 800 people. You'll have to get the recording!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQM9SI85gcnjHfS6bKBb66ccAxAE1M2RDWsh9Hf8_Y8X1COqYnXYcoFKf_HszONJfWv8Z0Ia3tZwAREuZMITLqOfYmY35y3k-qHWwNCFT4Zj_I2-PHoRaT-_zGch-GidkEvH64b7Eb8Y/s1600-h/2007+Feb+9-10+KKS+St.+George+046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209944151015217490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQM9SI85gcnjHfS6bKBb66ccAxAE1M2RDWsh9Hf8_Y8X1COqYnXYcoFKf_HszONJfWv8Z0Ia3tZwAREuZMITLqOfYmY35y3k-qHWwNCFT4Zj_I2-PHoRaT-_zGch-GidkEvH64b7Eb8Y/s320/2007+Feb+9-10+KKS+St.+George+046.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>OUR ISRAEL TOUR, SEPT 2000</strong></div><div>"Promise" and "The Kaye Starr Singers" join together in a benefit concert at Weber. This very successful event enabled us to sing in Israel.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOLyRps62EC9BYJCqexPLyplsqoc5FLtIlUDDMsTJ-z69VbOZ-G5VsNNLTTa-AO8mpZxURpUJfuGo9YSk6pipHx8ID3_gmqX9XMgvyGpu5D2ih71_IVq7Q6gvLzoTTraocV15Odb0kYs/s1600-h/hosanna+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209940167266246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOLyRps62EC9BYJCqexPLyplsqoc5FLtIlUDDMsTJ-z69VbOZ-G5VsNNLTTa-AO8mpZxURpUJfuGo9YSk6pipHx8ID3_gmqX9XMgvyGpu5D2ih71_IVq7Q6gvLzoTTraocV15Odb0kYs/s320/hosanna+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a>George Dyer and Spence Kinnard were featured performers.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209940171453357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisC-8HmGADueeeiErAMV_qJ26JwY24aaiM2g_4iMG8GJ7rUUeRnFHwAdBXqc3OeBPZkXSo5qFZGGzfCh0sLLKrWIPBsplRknsVVNSkBBIlbfPiBUVWtRCeJMv1yHc7L-RQ7LC2SiS8XNY/s320/George+Dyer+(tenor+soloist),+Kaye+Starr+Heninger,+Spence+Kinard.jpg" border="0" /> <strong>We get to sing in Israel!</strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9J_TqWpGMhIyawmkpBe3T7P3iYAwc9PI3MFMV-gbP2DiDfJrPynKFnWxprCySbeW5GTHbiDTKho83SJSislEiSJDyPTxDPo4zkaHRCkTosYjqBy7NXS-4Y-nEF-rBPit8rVBXu-7PUQ/s1600-h/hosanna+tour+full+group.jpg"></a>Pictured are combined members of both choirs standing in the foyer of the Jerusalem Center. Several hundred other singers were also invited to sing the Hosanna program by Lex de Azevedo, which was accompanied by the Jerusalem Symphony Orchestra.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzH8c6411HaSxc0G3KT0h6Wmv7X84kKHGLbt-Ybhe_EUHWsQKvwhx9AAoua5pemLH4Tg0Y_ryd1yNZHSKRId2WdAduhMqXQbbwWh9caD2bXzM_rgjKR6VocSgQhj_uRZ7bwbwm4ywkOw/s1600-h/isaial+tour+jerusalem+center.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209937738266340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzH8c6411HaSxc0G3KT0h6Wmv7X84kKHGLbt-Ybhe_EUHWsQKvwhx9AAoua5pemLH4Tg0Y_ryd1yNZHSKRId2WdAduhMqXQbbwWh9caD2bXzM_rgjKR6VocSgQhj_uRZ7bwbwm4ywkOw/s320/isaial+tour+jerusalem+center.jpg" border="0" /></a> Please click to enlarge these pictures. This was our tour group. We were assigned the name, "The Tribe of Dan"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9J_TqWpGMhIyawmkpBe3T7P3iYAwc9PI3MFMV-gbP2DiDfJrPynKFnWxprCySbeW5GTHbiDTKho83SJSislEiSJDyPTxDPo4zkaHRCkTosYjqBy7NXS-4Y-nEF-rBPit8rVBXu-7PUQ/s1600-h/hosanna+tour+full+group.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209937731228108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9J_TqWpGMhIyawmkpBe3T7P3iYAwc9PI3MFMV-gbP2DiDfJrPynKFnWxprCySbeW5GTHbiDTKho83SJSislEiSJDyPTxDPo4zkaHRCkTosYjqBy7NXS-4Y-nEF-rBPit8rVBXu-7PUQ/s320/hosanna+tour+full+group.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don Burt Heninger, Kent Petersen and Tom Webber stand at En Herod Springs, where Gideon once chose the army which delivered Israel from the oppression of the Midianites. <div>It was Kent and Tom that spearheaded the donations for the benefit concert. Don Burt Heninger and others in the choir sold many tickets. Everyone took an active part to make this happen.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IzJSYr-44cBi1URdPclBtBVP64zgA2i9kWA5xoEwFawLGVTaEaIIn6tdkxi-0wor4h409QMzWbHtiaSzBS_TRXpqjSiYk1hY5MMVRUBKHzMBl-U_4qfchvcXIcjoMF7gahLHXXPrtAE/s1600-h/don+burt,+kent,+tom1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934550611808002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IzJSYr-44cBi1URdPclBtBVP64zgA2i9kWA5xoEwFawLGVTaEaIIn6tdkxi-0wor4h409QMzWbHtiaSzBS_TRXpqjSiYk1hY5MMVRUBKHzMBl-U_4qfchvcXIcjoMF7gahLHXXPrtAE/s320/don+burt,+kent,+tom1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lurlynn Warren executed the details and financial management. We couldn't have done it without this capable Assistant Choir Director and public administrator.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGUSgRcPR0JDcI7bIB4ANUKJw49LLlWkSqubfK3uydDzZZ7bQY0xBKPOJDXUrmB29kD6rru4_wmYipMvjfaMLzAizwoIzry1nEp6sh7DLhNdHH2W64seUMYoJ8QhHm1XjKdzAgyF29I4/s1600-h/lurlynn+in+jerusalem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934553034757922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGUSgRcPR0JDcI7bIB4ANUKJw49LLlWkSqubfK3uydDzZZ7bQY0xBKPOJDXUrmB29kD6rru4_wmYipMvjfaMLzAizwoIzry1nEp6sh7DLhNdHH2W64seUMYoJ8QhHm1XjKdzAgyF29I4/s320/lurlynn+in+jerusalem.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kent and Nyla Petersen are to be congratulated for their promotional efforts. We are humbly grateful for them for this wonderfully memorable experience. They are seen here inside the Garden Tomb, looking out. The plaque which reads, "He is not here...for He is risen," placed on the back of the door, was donated by the LDS Church.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklxowDAcRC7vSFkSD1ytm2UCUKE3DGhQ1UR6xy1l5_JDteMPsIiM8jhBbjgllZ3Iqs6vhLO-Z715qvHBzwIi1mWvUkHbURst6wp5cob9zClav-TuF7AgqVRLLGiHjgKHTcirQjFIk58c/s1600-h/petersen's+at+garden+tomb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934562901483586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklxowDAcRC7vSFkSD1ytm2UCUKE3DGhQ1UR6xy1l5_JDteMPsIiM8jhBbjgllZ3Iqs6vhLO-Z715qvHBzwIi1mWvUkHbURst6wp5cob9zClav-TuF7AgqVRLLGiHjgKHTcirQjFIk58c/s320/petersen's+at+garden+tomb.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chris Castro, my other Assistant Director, organized our efforts within the choir for this trip. I will forever be grateful to her artistry in singing and managing. She is flanked here by soprano Teri Jones, left, and Joyce Richey, right, my wonderful daughter and choir accompanist.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvudVNigZz59N-NZidcCy_FstGhSEUJokllx8jEn5RDaeJzt15-chEsVSJsXrmZUrQ-9vhri8VykTQcAnRfch7d-5tyq2L7gy9Y3QitMxB1CF6tz3JNd2X5OHAWdvpkErUzHufiYp9dY/s1600-h/teri,+Chris,+Joyce+at+Jerusalem+center.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934565276190786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvudVNigZz59N-NZidcCy_FstGhSEUJokllx8jEn5RDaeJzt15-chEsVSJsXrmZUrQ-9vhri8VykTQcAnRfch7d-5tyq2L7gy9Y3QitMxB1CF6tz3JNd2X5OHAWdvpkErUzHufiYp9dY/s320/teri,+Chris,+Joyce+at+Jerusalem+center.jpg" border="0" /></a>Craig Morris solos, "Have I Forgotten Thee?"</div><div>Our guide, Gretta, who is Danish, converted Jew, requested this third and final performance to be sung at Jaffa. She was very moved by that song. We felt a beautiful spirit while performing this service, and so did our listeners.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Z59UvUjDZunL7goG5NrTKuJt5suwU6ADVLpgowGZ34ui2V2fXjzZ4kMvIsEghr-0lgNCBePN6QPfJS5ps8jhfwItdUKG6DDFsjQSwJ2xWuhdF8lfFOSPlEoHX5oPbnrxQ2M2BrpDLL4/s1600-h/jaffa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209934573193928658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Z59UvUjDZunL7goG5NrTKuJt5suwU6ADVLpgowGZ34ui2V2fXjzZ4kMvIsEghr-0lgNCBePN6QPfJS5ps8jhfwItdUKG6DDFsjQSwJ2xWuhdF8lfFOSPlEoHX5oPbnrxQ2M2BrpDLL4/s320/jaffa.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>First Presidency Community Service Award</strong></div><div>Sesquicentennial Year 1847-1997</div><div><em>Faith in Every Footstep</em></div><div>Michael Watson, Secretary for the First Presidency and also Stake President in Bountiful, served as speaker for this award presented in a fireside for the behalf of the members of "Promise." I was named as <em>Pioneer and Ambassador</em> for my<em>"outstanding and inspirational 65 Book of Mormon original compositions."</em> Promise members were honored for their "<em>375 church and community performances in the last six years throught the western states."<br /></em></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDbWuznvIq6PiTTIlEtGpVVveWU3fyLYMR0N2-nQrh3VxK7DrXe_4kvq5Ta6bkplxm5rDZNa3D549-x0zmxdNOJyj1Xd7CA6uboKXZgUtLn8WbBC8tiuP6MW5GO9D2PJwI5h6KNb3XUg/s1600-h/1997+First+Pres.+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209933413685101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDbWuznvIq6PiTTIlEtGpVVveWU3fyLYMR0N2-nQrh3VxK7DrXe_4kvq5Ta6bkplxm5rDZNa3D549-x0zmxdNOJyj1Xd7CA6uboKXZgUtLn8WbBC8tiuP6MW5GO9D2PJwI5h6KNb3XUg/s320/1997+First+Pres.+award.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>Certificate from prison inmates.</strong></div><div>I especially appreciate this award given to Promise for their moving and inspirational program presented at the prison in Draper.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ2Wm6kZUkpAnCFA8sMtAw2wqG5E9WvVdX0lx0IbWwzBlw-a8uWToMOsGJ-dj4UMvydm6YzHaumOVWiQvliEN9-4HryUheKwQzPUAczGCL2LzFNc2u8n-WScaY7lj5G1pL4q6lj4NZ4E/s1600-h/1997+Certificate+of+Appreciation,+Utah+State+Prison.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209933447022621106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJ2Wm6kZUkpAnCFA8sMtAw2wqG5E9WvVdX0lx0IbWwzBlw-a8uWToMOsGJ-dj4UMvydm6YzHaumOVWiQvliEN9-4HryUheKwQzPUAczGCL2LzFNc2u8n-WScaY7lj5G1pL4q6lj4NZ4E/s320/1997+Certificate+of+Appreciation,+Utah+State+Prison.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>My arrangement, "Hold to the Rod," won best hymn arrangement in 1999.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2No1U_-xMvzVM9a33c0Rf3ceT2owkk2geSpSWPrn_WnW14SNWUh45DaEDnWUhnBVRzHy2ioay4lXDNTn-CuSMtrjhff-H3Yhv-Cb8Id4l_Xfn-oFX5E3GgK8mMjcX-AZGL2adP5ujAk/s1600-h/Mormon+arts+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209933467550161634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2No1U_-xMvzVM9a33c0Rf3ceT2owkk2geSpSWPrn_WnW14SNWUh45DaEDnWUhnBVRzHy2ioay4lXDNTn-CuSMtrjhff-H3Yhv-Cb8Id4l_Xfn-oFX5E3GgK8mMjcX-AZGL2adP5ujAk/s320/Mormon+arts+award.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Non-Profit status in 1995</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHASjuMN3F94v-SIsl0U1wZ-6lmO-ei7oNG8Lq1hELuBkXnp75qEWKUVossf6kdMiwPTYMZfUW0DMicrphR3rfKM82ErtIbOlGyC7Z-Yev-cr_FvUoI33Qa_JY2fqApqoqZ77Ru460WVU/s1600-h/1995+Promise+Foundation+Non-profit+organization.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209933475054181778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHASjuMN3F94v-SIsl0U1wZ-6lmO-ei7oNG8Lq1hELuBkXnp75qEWKUVossf6kdMiwPTYMZfUW0DMicrphR3rfKM82ErtIbOlGyC7Z-Yev-cr_FvUoI33Qa_JY2fqApqoqZ77Ru460WVU/s320/1995+Promise+Foundation+Non-profit+organization.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Wade Cook, a great benefactor and friend.<br /></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-dm4ZY4kWTsF4P8yAkbAvC9JXouvm3KB80vkozy3SMV-XwxJCGfwZhvYWUpv-jyHUEGQmOTNl6MlrPP0I_9O2hx-TZ-DpUZqa-mK-AObCjvfXvNL44K8nNCJJOPde5TN0ayX5_0yV0Y/s1600-h/wade+cook+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209931488025128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-dm4ZY4kWTsF4P8yAkbAvC9JXouvm3KB80vkozy3SMV-XwxJCGfwZhvYWUpv-jyHUEGQmOTNl6MlrPP0I_9O2hx-TZ-DpUZqa-mK-AObCjvfXvNL44K8nNCJJOPde5TN0ayX5_0yV0Y/s320/wade+cook+award.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wade and Laura Cook created "Liberty Music Productions Company," producing these CD's.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrhv4OTC2vl-PHIAxb7nuvcCA5rgttrK7-7M8Q5TilClMTkmsnBfU_-SfgEHpA6krNUhzHCvLRHFeoGgKfA856loks8OMIKJeM1y8c_RIWVENqrmYDZcZJsh5bjgoB2X6nK9PDmNMUCE/s1600-h/sacred+classic+CD+covers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209931496030928690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrhv4OTC2vl-PHIAxb7nuvcCA5rgttrK7-7M8Q5TilClMTkmsnBfU_-SfgEHpA6krNUhzHCvLRHFeoGgKfA856loks8OMIKJeM1y8c_RIWVENqrmYDZcZJsh5bjgoB2X6nK9PDmNMUCE/s320/sacred+classic+CD+covers.jpg" border="0" /></a>I created the Evergreen Singers in 1997 and arranged new music that was beautifully recorded.</div><div>Here Promise visits the home of Wade Cook, seen center back.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LvEQrjqTebLSruuZhYmTAUbvPnPRnfWQhyphenhyphenJDi5Rgec4SzFftQUBK_U2bkq3eSLaDlsbD_mzHECZ9G4WJMmvKgtycLx6A0aybZcoNiI63XpOn22JxWnS4KLMos4mAP2GBzMZw9A8F6qo/s1600-h/at+Wade+Cook%27s+home.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209931499542464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LvEQrjqTebLSruuZhYmTAUbvPnPRnfWQhyphenhyphenJDi5Rgec4SzFftQUBK_U2bkq3eSLaDlsbD_mzHECZ9G4WJMmvKgtycLx6A0aybZcoNiI63XpOn22JxWnS4KLMos4mAP2GBzMZw9A8F6qo/s320/at+Wade+Cook%27s+home.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div>The CD's Liberty Music paid for and promoted allowed me to write new music and work with the finest artists in the industry, including Kurt Bestor, Merrill Jensen, Barlow Bradford, and the finest recording artists Utah has to offer. These CD's are exceptional. But beyond our work, it was Wade's vision and belief in me that became the catalyst for me to progress to new heights. He paid everyone well, and even sent Brent and me to Israel to help reward our work. Out of that trip came new music to my heart. Wade and Laura, please accept my sincere thank you.Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-23713080223382483692008-06-07T18:20:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:39.166-08:00DIFFERENT PROGRAMS<div align="left">Members of our choir have performed over 800 Book of Mormon presentations since 1991. These different programs, shown below, are not in a particular order, but represent a few of our efforts. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">"Songs of the Prophets" has been a title to encompass most all my music, which is 100-200 pieces, counting differing arrangements, etc. However, one presentation will contain only eight to 13 songs. Selections are chosen to meet the requests of the stake or ward, as well as to take advantage of the available talent within the choir and ensemble. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDxQIsLIRzSYA-3SVGhyphenhyphenSkZYNzcgz5gBYfMDz8CorxkvrbnYJCiYL-14nUDd78FFROCO7Or4Z8xfo2PTrOWrd3dD-2nTuMijz7H6VAFVQjUnBnDzcg6Jtvd-28XEdbKGAbLtIf9DDtms/s1600-h/Songs+of+the+Prophets+Cantata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315601745925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDxQIsLIRzSYA-3SVGhyphenhyphenSkZYNzcgz5gBYfMDz8CorxkvrbnYJCiYL-14nUDd78FFROCO7Or4Z8xfo2PTrOWrd3dD-2nTuMijz7H6VAFVQjUnBnDzcg6Jtvd-28XEdbKGAbLtIf9DDtms/s320/Songs+of+the+Prophets+Cantata.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Joseph Smith, Prophet of God</em> was awarded "Finalist" by the Church in the <em>Deseret Dramatic Arts</em> Contest in 2007. It premiered in Anchorage, Alaska, with the Mission Choir and our own Kaye Starr Singers. Shown is our CD cover. We toured many areas in Alaska, thanks to the generousity of President Kent B. Petersen, mission president, who had been in our choir since 1997.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuApEOulqOSIjxbqD7_3EkIIM9gIXAXvZToA6EEWfi8kG9hz4ScYFDbND-sPIJvcIhQugkmWv5Iw5REtQznv6hzdUBZATrSZ0mzPhnxVkXfjC9Da2t7JSgjRi8wr30uPyOg5DEzZ9h8A/s1600-h/Joseph+Smith,+Prophet+of+God,+album+cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315605247967138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuApEOulqOSIjxbqD7_3EkIIM9gIXAXvZToA6EEWfi8kG9hz4ScYFDbND-sPIJvcIhQugkmWv5Iw5REtQznv6hzdUBZATrSZ0mzPhnxVkXfjC9Da2t7JSgjRi8wr30uPyOg5DEzZ9h8A/s320/Joseph+Smith,+Prophet+of+God,+album+cover.jpg" border="0" /></a> This lists the songs of our programs and who performed them in Alaska. We toured three years in a row from 2003-2005.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEQ1w2pKHj50xigUtjjUb4SJtADoXAUaXtHH5VYx9URpvtvWD262Sf8YnUW7Emq5s-CvcM7z6ToIm-o_yD4-ds2y9vibcYe_F_woq0LWOrv0FOnR74h2fpzNRMmSyuui5KUxWnZDBX_M/s1600-h/Joseph+Smith,+Prophet+of+God+program+list,+AK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315610807045234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEQ1w2pKHj50xigUtjjUb4SJtADoXAUaXtHH5VYx9URpvtvWD262Sf8YnUW7Emq5s-CvcM7z6ToIm-o_yD4-ds2y9vibcYe_F_woq0LWOrv0FOnR74h2fpzNRMmSyuui5KUxWnZDBX_M/s320/Joseph+Smith,+Prophet+of+God+program+list,+AK.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Kaye Starr Singers and The Anchorage Alaska Mission Choir. Please click to magnify.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGOaBHX7A31vtJ3VmpH0Ko05EeEstYNqDQRUAc3lAyW2Oa8p-fy7QdMOZk3kUJIeMUh06Q1JHgLllbwlcX6wRMoa2OQxfpVcns03FZk9nklAvpZjISbeeaOrmvUFg4J1jbvHWGs_mDQE/s1600-h/2005+The+Kaye+Starr+Singers+and+Anchorage,+AK+Mission+Choir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315616245402290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGOaBHX7A31vtJ3VmpH0Ko05EeEstYNqDQRUAc3lAyW2Oa8p-fy7QdMOZk3kUJIeMUh06Q1JHgLllbwlcX6wRMoa2OQxfpVcns03FZk9nklAvpZjISbeeaOrmvUFg4J1jbvHWGs_mDQE/s320/2005+The+Kaye+Starr+Singers+and+Anchorage,+AK+Mission+Choir.jpg" border="0" /></a>In 1997, we presented many special Sesquicentenial programs. Below lists the text of our music. We received a special award by the LDS Church First Presidency in 1997 for our community service.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEUY6RHojeVCbYbNo7EDsE85FwXjHF-Knf0bp10STry0heRxH1iZsScnHL80EovfuqSXglOKw_W2FUpV6vX7f5dw5R9aDmymgd12ZMG62Qd94lBVxFCZ5aM0bGe66PvxmMgcpD39F9vc/s1600-h/1997+The+Power+and+the+Promise,+First+Presidency+Award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315617308049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEUY6RHojeVCbYbNo7EDsE85FwXjHF-Knf0bp10STry0heRxH1iZsScnHL80EovfuqSXglOKw_W2FUpV6vX7f5dw5R9aDmymgd12ZMG62Qd94lBVxFCZ5aM0bGe66PvxmMgcpD39F9vc/s320/1997+The+Power+and+the+Promise,+First+Presidency+Award.jpg" border="0" /></a> Promise used this program in 1993 for Easter.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-AOkS_Ec_9xg9eho4Ro25IyfYPcFfx6otXTlqDol-oE56y3Hr0DYksYN03a4IJ4tW7lF6-UpznvS1n0VdGyIgP_3uiQSJunrtcNbDlEvdM4_1J52JbUdeaAyzNbPY55ivoS3XuXwZ9k/s1600-h/1993+Resurrection%27s+Promise,+program.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315106323434338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-AOkS_Ec_9xg9eho4Ro25IyfYPcFfx6otXTlqDol-oE56y3Hr0DYksYN03a4IJ4tW7lF6-UpznvS1n0VdGyIgP_3uiQSJunrtcNbDlEvdM4_1J52JbUdeaAyzNbPY55ivoS3XuXwZ9k/s320/1993+Resurrection%27s+Promise,+program.jpg" border="0" /></a>Please note all the singers involved. Click to magnify.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeRylpnInxUDEvn0MWyqd6gOl5A6wGwvUyDPxv_kivuyPcFV8F7-vT4KtAoZ34abWOWfF05O1x2P9i90-IzmnvXcneevZ3wAXkiOk7ynN_xfs52y8x8n7fMDFmMWpUqWzZiOYz05enbk/s1600-h/1993+Resurrection%27s+Promise,+program+p2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315113074155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipeRylpnInxUDEvn0MWyqd6gOl5A6wGwvUyDPxv_kivuyPcFV8F7-vT4KtAoZ34abWOWfF05O1x2P9i90-IzmnvXcneevZ3wAXkiOk7ynN_xfs52y8x8n7fMDFmMWpUqWzZiOYz05enbk/s320/1993+Resurrection%27s+Promise,+program+p2.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Worth More Than Gold" is a favorite program title created by G. Hope Schroader, my partner and narrator. We used this programming for many years in the '90's. Shown is the same program that was used in Brisbane, Australia, 1994.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJbpcHXVAGcj6EYIsYZOve5p1XI5P7D-dptQkZX8GKpTlQXq8sqjS0Z_c6XkWilJNO3t8kXcTO9g2CgwKab9N1cknz0U-jPzXlqxXke-VYs8_XhRIpvdxkzdQFvmc7doNBgK_pO0R2c4/s1600-h/1994+Worth+More+than+Gold,+Brisbane,+Australia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315116494445714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJbpcHXVAGcj6EYIsYZOve5p1XI5P7D-dptQkZX8GKpTlQXq8sqjS0Z_c6XkWilJNO3t8kXcTO9g2CgwKab9N1cknz0U-jPzXlqxXke-VYs8_XhRIpvdxkzdQFvmc7doNBgK_pO0R2c4/s320/1994+Worth+More+than+Gold,+Brisbane,+Australia.jpg" border="0" /></a>"My Strength and My Song" featured my personal stories regarding the writing of this music, plus we brought a troupe of performers. Relief Societies loved this intimate program.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOmiJ-bFUfapALbBW_cYCG_ZGgk1xcU0CwHXxCv3gFKTshciaHW3h4RPJxYBrR85gQNEoONYYvy1-Isjrd-QF3gWq4KMen0QDlF11F2IeXE6h5MT4aqPh6apNaKkiiSELc85TOfKIUgQ/s1600-h/1995+My+Strength+and+My+Song,+program+flyer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209315126595990914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOmiJ-bFUfapALbBW_cYCG_ZGgk1xcU0CwHXxCv3gFKTshciaHW3h4RPJxYBrR85gQNEoONYYvy1-Isjrd-QF3gWq4KMen0QDlF11F2IeXE6h5MT4aqPh6apNaKkiiSELc85TOfKIUgQ/s320/1995+My+Strength+and+My+Song,+program+flyer.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-20949143650738275232008-06-07T18:12:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:40.074-08:00WHY ABINADI?<div align="center"><strong>"HE IS THE LIGHT AND THE LIFE OF THE WORLD"</strong></div><div align="center">Composed 1989, original p1</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSln_XF6PNR9J1U9lgilCrfKc41gACwW5RZXNX7L7zc9Sm4dx2CBgKsIM0duPZB-onI-H43DgnPeTaxaxoDAR7ximxtR_1YyFS9Ss7fl2qtmETHwsO3kyvbmrQ6u42i1TOyGuOLZOzS0/s1600-h/he+is+the+light,+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209339705023588466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSln_XF6PNR9J1U9lgilCrfKc41gACwW5RZXNX7L7zc9Sm4dx2CBgKsIM0duPZB-onI-H43DgnPeTaxaxoDAR7ximxtR_1YyFS9Ss7fl2qtmETHwsO3kyvbmrQ6u42i1TOyGuOLZOzS0/s320/he+is+the+light,+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Finale p1<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPKz2q_gmZA-6RZtEGS3wzRhMS1RTriVw-1GQJmeKoFHlPgraaFe1is2_GJhCEGiU0XlPjXLsGzr322pZFQud-xs69yFSRCq_ooJia2Arv3jbbra6_ANBN-IiSpgZ0tcxKbVfZRZyjZ4/s1600-h/he+is+the+light,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209339715108078706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPKz2q_gmZA-6RZtEGS3wzRhMS1RTriVw-1GQJmeKoFHlPgraaFe1is2_GJhCEGiU0XlPjXLsGzr322pZFQud-xs69yFSRCq_ooJia2Arv3jbbra6_ANBN-IiSpgZ0tcxKbVfZRZyjZ4/s320/he+is+the+light,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Why Abinadi?</strong> </div><div align="left"><br />Since Childhood, I have been impressed with the martyrdom of Abinadi. Even while fire consumed his flesh, he still managed to preach about Christ. I knew if a song could capture those last moments of Abinadi's life, it would also capture the power of his prophecies, and could, perhaps, strengthen our beliefs in Christ today. I thought what a powerful song that would be!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutHW_ntEEwfhNPaA_aM2VggBzunBoLK2xjAfXPdvDFNf4xm0au3GgJ0pwc3v6DbXAYEIthyphenhyphenRi2z63DDQh5XlivEByNnTio6_EXiBa76isy8gA5YgDNEGLnbQCLGRiB4vA7HDVJ-zBtTo/s1600-h/abinadi2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209326743801262210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhutHW_ntEEwfhNPaA_aM2VggBzunBoLK2xjAfXPdvDFNf4xm0au3GgJ0pwc3v6DbXAYEIthyphenhyphenRi2z63DDQh5XlivEByNnTio6_EXiBa76isy8gA5YgDNEGLnbQCLGRiB4vA7HDVJ-zBtTo/s320/abinadi2.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Abinadi burns at the stake.<br /></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRI2DWaMXxEkveqlpLyfstafgBgO0vFHvaPbQn1DlRJW9s48iMqMpdt_NaqizO9jo-R_XlWiGgR8erTLnak1nWGQ5FlosDAFvnqb4IpRdNebFsWwwyCe6vok0pT0rLgBl2ZF42WYJep_o/s1600-h/abinadi+and+wicked+king+noah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209325232025686274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRI2DWaMXxEkveqlpLyfstafgBgO0vFHvaPbQn1DlRJW9s48iMqMpdt_NaqizO9jo-R_XlWiGgR8erTLnak1nWGQ5FlosDAFvnqb4IpRdNebFsWwwyCe6vok0pT0rLgBl2ZF42WYJep_o/s320/abinadi+and+wicked+king+noah.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Abinadi is pictured here with the wicked King Noah.</strong><br /><br /><div align="center">In 1983 an ugly divorce split our family in two. I can remember seeing the children's eyes looking to their father and mother for help...innocent victims of society's cancerous creature. Unknown to me at the time, three of my six children would no longer be in my home to receive their mother's nurturing. To comfort my heart strings, I wrote a song when my first child left. She was my first-born, my heart. She was fifteen. I felt I would never recover from my pain.<br /><br /><strong>Here I am, writing in my journal. I was overwhelmed with everything.</strong></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2Th2Tmi8ilovpQFZPurLxNh5MCGxKvDH9B1E7Drbe5DPIYisgTav3G63H7TUHdvU8FWcdCt3mrKpy9qcWqJgsP92A-aanK_2okyYw6zzWDx0G6nMhLZGqDaQl7g2bHdF812WK6Oo5yc/s1600-h/kaye+starr+writes+1991.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209325109379239250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2Th2Tmi8ilovpQFZPurLxNh5MCGxKvDH9B1E7Drbe5DPIYisgTav3G63H7TUHdvU8FWcdCt3mrKpy9qcWqJgsP92A-aanK_2okyYw6zzWDx0G6nMhLZGqDaQl7g2bHdF812WK6Oo5yc/s320/kaye+starr+writes+1991.jpg" border="0" /></a>That "song of tears" sat in my piano bench for many years. I thought maybe I could resurrect it by using some of its melody and chordal structures for the Abinadi song. Surely it sounded sad enough to portray some of Abinadi's agony. That, coupled with some fiery piano runs, and I'd have a good start. It seemed difficult, though. I spent many hours in my first attempt, but couldn't get it off the ground. I decided to wait. Besides, I had too many other thing to do.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">A few days later at 4:30 am, I half awoke, and in my "twilight sleep" I became aware that a particular melodic phrase kept interrupting my thoughts. After deciphering that the tune had not already been composed, I arose and jotted down the segment I had heard; I didn't want to lose it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I questioned in my mind whether this melodic phrase was intended for the Abinadi song. I tried fitting it in, but it wouldn't fit. Besides, it was in a major key, it had a dance-like quality, and it sounded like a love song...hardly my concept of the Abinadi message! But there was a scriptual phrase within the Abinadi story that just fit its tune: <em>"He is the light and the life of the world. He is endless."</em> I thought, "Maybe, if I start all over and develop just that..." Musical puzzle pieces started fitting together; it became easy to write. The song was born!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Abinadi quotes Isaiah extensively. I hestitated quoting Isaiah in musical form because of my reverence for the already composed Handel's Messiah, but it came quickly, and I enjoyed doing it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">This is a love song. Abinadi's love for Christ was perfect. This is a song of pure joy. Because of Christ, we shall live! Somehow the angels in heaven wanted this music to emphasize Christ's love for us by using Abinadi's testimony as another witness for Christ.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIPqU9Klb3voVPEHY1Af_BJmoKFvvN4q3HlIOxcqgUUnQf8sxYdSyi_Ri8iWn3Yclp-_jDSWTj09B5YO2QHr20LeBe4vlxKFZHaYg7CR4qI-WF_EZH123IGTl7QgRHM7PYQgf9wPzYJU/s1600-h/jesus+christ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209312673741097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIPqU9Klb3voVPEHY1Af_BJmoKFvvN4q3HlIOxcqgUUnQf8sxYdSyi_Ri8iWn3Yclp-_jDSWTj09B5YO2QHr20LeBe4vlxKFZHaYg7CR4qI-WF_EZH123IGTl7QgRHM7PYQgf9wPzYJU/s320/jesus+christ.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><strong>Jesus Christ: He is the light and the life of the world. Abinadi's message of love.</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">My sad song has been neatly tucked into a my journal. The history of my sorrows belongs to me, and makes me who I am today. Listening, I now can hear music, joy, love. I didn't need to use one note of my "song of tears" because my sorrows have been swallowed up in the joy of Christ's mercy and love. He lives! And, listening, I can hear. This is my joy and my song.</div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-31131755176160007702008-06-07T16:01:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:40.700-08:00TRY THIS ONE FOR DEPRESSION: "PSALM OF NEPHI"<div align="left">I believe the Book of Mormon's pure translation of ancient words renders them as electric energy which can course through our souls clear down to our toenails. We cannot read 2 Nephi 4:15-35 and be depressed at the same time. By singing this music with those pure words, I know we can command the departure of despair...because I've done it.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Psalm of Nephi, original page 1, written in 1991.</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXCq4Z2MB9tZkrZmkm82pXD6X2hCOQnnU8ry_3r0hNsU43shaV6bm64BAJ2o4_YWDRY1w8JJlc8HLgc5wFWwyOpG3LBF5MyWwJu4zf8slm51acoFPvBzAA-iqT1gGPe8Gx-mclZLwPTA/s1600-h/psalm+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209280832069298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXCq4Z2MB9tZkrZmkm82pXD6X2hCOQnnU8ry_3r0hNsU43shaV6bm64BAJ2o4_YWDRY1w8JJlc8HLgc5wFWwyOpG3LBF5MyWwJu4zf8slm51acoFPvBzAA-iqT1gGPe8Gx-mclZLwPTA/s320/psalm+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Later I created a men's duet, using Finale, which became a popular way to perform this number.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO234wbf6kW88R4oWDbhUYnV6_E7Ib44HEUbuT3UWeMTxJqC9qUSDXRx7wBeMunnV2nSSRA8PukFdy0gOGOp6XDG_zSbCijqXXoDAVz2QA9JgrqwlF1ZasA8KOTVEKQunZRaEJehiQB8s/s1600-h/psalm+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209280842638266338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO234wbf6kW88R4oWDbhUYnV6_E7Ib44HEUbuT3UWeMTxJqC9qUSDXRx7wBeMunnV2nSSRA8PukFdy0gOGOp6XDG_zSbCijqXXoDAVz2QA9JgrqwlF1ZasA8KOTVEKQunZRaEJehiQB8s/s320/psalm+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I first started writing music, I worked with Anna Rollins, a beautiful 19-year-old with a clear and beautiful voice. I asked her to record "Psalm of Nephi' so that I would have something tangible to share should the need arise. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Myrna Heninger, Gary's wife, my sister-in-law who possessed a beautiful soprano voice, was visiting our home one day and heard the recording. She was so deeply impressed that she told me, "Kaye Starr, this music is of the highest caliber, and if you organize a choir, I will join." Don Heninger, Brent's youngest brother who had developed a rich baritone voice, was also listening. He voted to join the choir, also. Their support became the heart and soul of "Promise."</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">Anna Rollins from Layton, Utah. She was 19 years old in 1991.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwhkojPtj_PnkzQStOqsLSumjNo9f_b0BqOt_8740HVAJIm3KhcdJNJwsKHjIGG-Huzj4sBsfmbbcnAsU5HkixuTZrWN1p3NW5eHId1g_p5P_qbdlZ8uc1hXMiZm9S021hO7crVuhkd0/s1600-h/anna+rollins.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209280855144536306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwhkojPtj_PnkzQStOqsLSumjNo9f_b0BqOt_8740HVAJIm3KhcdJNJwsKHjIGG-Huzj4sBsfmbbcnAsU5HkixuTZrWN1p3NW5eHId1g_p5P_qbdlZ8uc1hXMiZm9S021hO7crVuhkd0/s320/anna+rollins.jpg" border="0" /></a> Anna wrote the following: "Have you ever read a comforting scripture that sounded like 'music to your ears'? The prophets are urging us more and more to turn our hearts to <em>The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ</em>, the most correct of any book on earth. These scriptures were meant for us in the latter-days...especially youth, and many of us are becoming aware of the healing power they contain."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_FXEDRAynjmD_BWLNSc3KAYicB4EYbziLEIG9XHoRrfxexrKm0FGykuF64aKpXnp2QAC-rxQSqW92bp0CTBQ0TMPrLyXjzu929by9H7us2tJpwAcdZAcPee-ZHVRPA3toEjHksZAIVY/s1600-h/book+of+mormon+2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209280868476138482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_FXEDRAynjmD_BWLNSc3KAYicB4EYbziLEIG9XHoRrfxexrKm0FGykuF64aKpXnp2QAC-rxQSqW92bp0CTBQ0TMPrLyXjzu929by9H7us2tJpwAcdZAcPee-ZHVRPA3toEjHksZAIVY/s320/book+of+mormon+2006.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The Book of Mormon: It's powerful words seem to be carried on a high voltage wire from the book to our lives...if we let them. They become so useable! </p>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-53918010709043911222008-06-06T07:44:00.001-07:002008-12-09T07:00:41.798-08:00DADDY'S SONG: "LEHI'S TREE OF LIFE"<div align="center">My father died in 1987, and I strongly felt his influence during the writing of this song. It was written and sung as a trio in 1991 with me and my two sisters, Shirley and Glenda, during our reunion celebrating his life. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdhpjO_mR2NIwOnh5dp0uwyeAczfQuzHukmHb4Svyc3StuTfUKxuIcrJDLIZxtDSwHRy8Q7jPwAsWzd74T91gwZZWJ5-VJE7Xvl7srZ8b_9nIDLzxohcKNvlGf6ecedWR7sndVvnLqdg/s1600-h/lehi's+tree+of+life,+original+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783678128492882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdhpjO_mR2NIwOnh5dp0uwyeAczfQuzHukmHb4Svyc3StuTfUKxuIcrJDLIZxtDSwHRy8Q7jPwAsWzd74T91gwZZWJ5-VJE7Xvl7srZ8b_9nIDLzxohcKNvlGf6ecedWR7sndVvnLqdg/s320/lehi's+tree+of+life,+original+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Later, it became a duet between Lehi and his wife Sariah. Here's p. 1 of my Finale copy. It's been one of the oldest and most enjoyed through hundreds of performances by my choirs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflq5kwN6J2RZisQCC7nNjjlIn0-YgESRgKVoTIWR3p7jbbavp8G8yARTpjucJpxi6TnlF8Gna-_ouCoFyhDhyphenhyphen3FEWBMDs735bZeuUWPa-_ie3jprYk2i6ab_IHJXU9m5cMOez3KYFqbQ/s1600-h/lehi's+tree+of+life,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208783701955572594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflq5kwN6J2RZisQCC7nNjjlIn0-YgESRgKVoTIWR3p7jbbavp8G8yARTpjucJpxi6TnlF8Gna-_ouCoFyhDhyphenhyphen3FEWBMDs735bZeuUWPa-_ie3jprYk2i6ab_IHJXU9m5cMOez3KYFqbQ/s320/lehi's+tree+of+life,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>"WITH ALL THE FEELING OF A TENDER PARENT..." I Nephi 8:37</div><div align="center">MY STORY BEHIND THE SONG</div><div align="center">Karl and Maudie Mae Thompson, my parents, 1942 </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcLFI2Ue7CTMWKd3nLDw0KtpXLl7UMt3uepvGfzOUK1Iy-z2lz6KSXPHQ5uDLnVplmGv4PJoiJm9BbPUtvcOgyLUEMdw6NtfAYNBFGHBWjwdq08icFDRzycmVuHjtYHgw21xce1bNwRg/s1600-h/1942+Karl+%26+Maudie+Mae+at+Knotts+Berry+Farm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782434737506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcLFI2Ue7CTMWKd3nLDw0KtpXLl7UMt3uepvGfzOUK1Iy-z2lz6KSXPHQ5uDLnVplmGv4PJoiJm9BbPUtvcOgyLUEMdw6NtfAYNBFGHBWjwdq08icFDRzycmVuHjtYHgw21xce1bNwRg/s320/1942+Karl+%26+Maudie+Mae+at+Knotts+Berry+Farm.jpg" border="0" /></a>'Til the day he died in 1987, Daddy was our best audience if we were ever called upon to perform. With tears in his eyes and pure joy on his face, we knew he was in his heaven if his children were on the stage. If our humble renditions took place at home, he'd call it a "programee." If it was after he ate, he'd call it "dinner music." His chair would inevitably rock or shake as he would sob from deep within...sobs of joy...so happy he couldn't contain it...so proud of his children as they developed their talents and blessed his life. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">Karl Thompson Family 1949</div><div align="center">Kent, Maudie Mae, Roger, Karl, Gale, with Kaye Starr and Shirley in front<br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBzxNHpTv2oMhm1rijvxzSBKZjiBdpX94MEdSuQUGHbT42TKycyT3-ZOLqEfHBvDQxbGESqubWBro8s7bhNcd9E2sh8dB3S6vJvDWoE2g4_nYUwuPPPu8J0LQl5jGcsNaFH09emfEufE/s1600-h/1949+Thompson+family.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782445378260690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBzxNHpTv2oMhm1rijvxzSBKZjiBdpX94MEdSuQUGHbT42TKycyT3-ZOLqEfHBvDQxbGESqubWBro8s7bhNcd9E2sh8dB3S6vJvDWoE2g4_nYUwuPPPu8J0LQl5jGcsNaFH09emfEufE/s320/1949+Thompson+family.jpg" border="0" /></a> His dream was to own a huge farm in a pleasant valley and raise cattle. But he ended up running a motel on a busy highway. We'd tease him with a quote that captured it all: "My daddy was a farmer, but all he raised was us." He considered that a compliment. His sacrifices for our growth left to us a legacy of love and harmony, literally and figuratively. His five living children remain to bless his name for it.</p><p align="center">Karl and Maudie Mae Thompson, Golden Wedding Anniversary, 1986<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1XZL3rUdkaAYqi-jnyQSMp2vUSv-ccU8WmGrAPml3Lp7iF7QnY96QL_9kx_K127xQxB_728pCjbXCJAxczjuZcGiO3U1Qcn7u6TiYH7To3VO98jswH-V5hdinsmzkOqe6PJ1R2kv2Io/s1600-h/1986+Golden+Wedding+Karl+%26+Maudie+Mae.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782461320144322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1XZL3rUdkaAYqi-jnyQSMp2vUSv-ccU8WmGrAPml3Lp7iF7QnY96QL_9kx_K127xQxB_728pCjbXCJAxczjuZcGiO3U1Qcn7u6TiYH7To3VO98jswH-V5hdinsmzkOqe6PJ1R2kv2Io/s320/1986+Golden+Wedding+Karl+%26+Maudie+Mae.jpg" border="0" /></a> There is another legacy left by another father, which has blessed not only his own family , but the whole world. It is the legacy of THE TREE OF LIFE. Father Lehi left blessings to each of his children. Endowed with these blessings, they were admonished to follow the strait course and partake of the fruit of the Tree of Life, or God's love. Only then could they receive all his bestowal. </p><p>The most precious gift that we fall heir to is The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ, which contains the most complete account of the Tree of Life. I wanted to capture its message in music. I poured into Nephi's interpretations of each symbol so that I could set them with melody, that they might be indelibly impressed upon my mind. But it took me many days to determine it wasn't necessary to include that in my song at all. And, I received no guidance for that desire.</p><p>I decided to "let go and let God." The music then came so fast that I had to use large blocks of time to just write it down. It was finished in three days. Its melody wrapped its arms around me as it spoke the heart of the message. I was filled with joy as if I had tasted the fruit, myself.</p><p align="left">Daddy, "with all the feeling of a tender parent," you have taught me the strait way. I remember your love for me by the way you treated me, and by the way it was captured in your face. Because of this sweet memory, it is released into this song. Daddy, I love you!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISg4mOuOPYTAeuLb5CKa9k49Ratwrb9yBYDjGVLsVm7uozziuHPb3k_WXnBUCXZV-gxsyCKHQ4ablS4E-4KAQAqDlDEXx5WBvnjgh2dwzcMl_Bnugy8cPD1LUABlm-AbT4zVLfPCRJYg/s1600-h/1987+Oct+1,+Daddy+with+Mama+and+daughters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208782475137023442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISg4mOuOPYTAeuLb5CKa9k49Ratwrb9yBYDjGVLsVm7uozziuHPb3k_WXnBUCXZV-gxsyCKHQ4ablS4E-4KAQAqDlDEXx5WBvnjgh2dwzcMl_Bnugy8cPD1LUABlm-AbT4zVLfPCRJYg/s320/1987+Oct+1,+Daddy+with+Mama+and+daughters.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sisters gather around our parents, two months before Daddy died in 1987.</p><p align="center">Shirley, Kaye Starr, Karl, Maudie Mae, Glenda </p>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-14514654225432958812008-06-05T13:46:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:43.174-08:00THE SONG OF LOVE: "HAVE I FORGOTTEN THEE?"<div align="left">My brother, Roger Thompson, 1993, practices "Have I Forgotten Thee?" for his Sacrament Meeting. All my family has supported me in my music ventures. Note: This was our "blue room," where I did all my composing. It was my "Waters of Mormon"...my special place where I found my Redeemer. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208545658321121538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXnKa3sTd_qpjJYtazFYJC_Mbc0QWYspGig4To2cRfgW4b-moPt_BAISoMO8s2TFck9xb93YLv8cEiHJJ_E0JxmjAkZjUSGIYPyxZSFUkQog9Z06tMcDxdyk0wo8nUEDRXpSn9yWpLhc/s320/roger+sings.jpg" border="0" /> Craig Morris, pictured here with his first grandchild in 1993, is currently our soloist for "Have I Forgotten Thee?" He came into "Promise" in January 1992. He is a faithful and devoted saint, with a clear tenor voice that tugs at the heart-strings.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeCSAYLFiZg37QLAvvwgj9J8MbmqJXcUX0so0tmNQsSuo7-YUcuKp2aUB316atzat24r-TqJ8LpDY3E5YBihmzTr_BOTsAwNm6ISnD9O4zOLf9kMlH2WA2CPwaS0mexmyZReN55OceFQ/s1600-h/craig+morris+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537265955025090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeCSAYLFiZg37QLAvvwgj9J8MbmqJXcUX0so0tmNQsSuo7-YUcuKp2aUB316atzat24r-TqJ8LpDY3E5YBihmzTr_BOTsAwNm6ISnD9O4zOLf9kMlH2WA2CPwaS0mexmyZReN55OceFQ/s320/craig+morris+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kaye Starr and Kathi Nickell, 2007: best friends. Kathi also joined the choir in 1992 and was our first soloist for "Have I Forgotten Thee?" Her voice is like velvet, and her spirit is pure.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Nqdj-wBwYslL73ceWjIWYwBSZUvDo9YLfik7VdE8MsMQHPR8PJKYTtrKaLRM-uqeGUZeizJsPyMM7on8dWiWcH2Osxjki2mfXKAt7ChC4Ef3WyW-v0Izcj4kw2hsGNVcqkS94Gi-cHY/s1600-h/2007+April+Kaye+Starr+and+Kathi+Nickell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537291724828882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Nqdj-wBwYslL73ceWjIWYwBSZUvDo9YLfik7VdE8MsMQHPR8PJKYTtrKaLRM-uqeGUZeizJsPyMM7on8dWiWcH2Osxjki2mfXKAt7ChC4Ef3WyW-v0Izcj4kw2hsGNVcqkS94Gi-cHY/s320/2007+April+Kaye+Starr+and+Kathi+Nickell.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kaye Starr, Myrna and Gary Heninger in 1993 after a Sacrament Meeting presentation. We have had so much fun as a close-knit group of friends and relatives in our wonderful choir. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2j5_e0aogdPsWtQAwpwPl6xleGpwRCGkdPxZzLImOF8pk4fzI7pPO1muVVUyNSoo1HpM76eCYr4TdY1P4S5nDA_N2vzJ1PUzKsEwS7Qg77skzUeA-ElAsK1620csm9uPuBx689nM24s/s1600-h/roger+sings.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3-w2rxrAoOVk0m5j_dCj8-3y5eMxTjgN9mbTuRS32LPEw8_GeiIUzlLjdg7lhez303Gam69c2GSURUrCLFsb780nZ608qKMqI7uL3hWVkzoLKxEt0aJ67F0tljSBfbfQFFlWBOrR1SY/s1600-h/ks,+myrna,+gary.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208537317494632674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3-w2rxrAoOVk0m5j_dCj8-3y5eMxTjgN9mbTuRS32LPEw8_GeiIUzlLjdg7lhez303Gam69c2GSURUrCLFsb780nZ608qKMqI7uL3hWVkzoLKxEt0aJ67F0tljSBfbfQFFlWBOrR1SY/s320/ks,+myrna,+gary.jpg" border="0" /></a>Shirley, my sister, Barbara Robinson and Natasha Jones. I'll always remember their selfless service in organizing the Australian LDS Brisbane Regional Choir, which sang my musical programs for many years. Barbara said, "We don't just <em>believe</em> in miracles, we <em>depend</em> on miracles!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDxsYVPt7NK8nYsMM47F1-6zinHcHiX30wi-fF3LVwZaQxF7sk7cRJEuwHVVmGodJJTQs6z7kAKp3Nh7OgeukwQbmcaUv8dlr4l9HiIlApuRjswfKSVitln1hEOCBo31C1bp0Lu8GoiU/s1600-h/auzzie+trio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208535045456932978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikDxsYVPt7NK8nYsMM47F1-6zinHcHiX30wi-fF3LVwZaQxF7sk7cRJEuwHVVmGodJJTQs6z7kAKp3Nh7OgeukwQbmcaUv8dlr4l9HiIlApuRjswfKSVitln1hEOCBo31C1bp0Lu8GoiU/s320/auzzie+trio.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Back) Martin Nineham, Shirley (Front) Natasha Jones, June Balfour at choir practice, 1993.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0Zg4MG8it-js1xtngCoYfTuDnbhALQzFBfBtCsmlOmQOhY8mKzdznnr3DfVOQsvlEELfwg83hobbK1nLUZxwwQlPbKrsLn_u3PRFANcRyaswnRULWNZ9vjgPsAqWfdJ9kC5mmljqCvM/s1600-h/auzzie+group.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208535049751900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0Zg4MG8it-js1xtngCoYfTuDnbhALQzFBfBtCsmlOmQOhY8mKzdznnr3DfVOQsvlEELfwg83hobbK1nLUZxwwQlPbKrsLn_u3PRFANcRyaswnRULWNZ9vjgPsAqWfdJ9kC5mmljqCvM/s320/auzzie+group.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kaye Starr leads "Promise" choir at our benefit concert at Newgate Mall, 1993, in Ogden, Utah. We cleared $600.00, which was a good start for our music business.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWuxtCGfo1L1cY3o2URR8TvZBRfDmfxK0398qAE3GhtNoOCrcZlJMsQUQ0RldclQapHXg80-r-3CCfFXTcHO1lp-gYiRHEqyKrFNBd8aYWYmEAli33dqY3N-O3irMVBjFGvAyFtt6ksc/s1600-h/conducting+promise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208535054046867602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWuxtCGfo1L1cY3o2URR8TvZBRfDmfxK0398qAE3GhtNoOCrcZlJMsQUQ0RldclQapHXg80-r-3CCfFXTcHO1lp-gYiRHEqyKrFNBd8aYWYmEAli33dqY3N-O3irMVBjFGvAyFtt6ksc/s320/conducting+promise.jpg" border="0" /></a>Across the world in Australia, Natasha and Shirley record "Have I Forgotten Thee?" in 1993, a favorite song in Brisbane.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlztX590prC07tNwq_tsXbRT1erZ4Y5Ovlmfhrv915t-Kf3lki5B9Z_1i4vMj7cEhxcePgjtt3yWzkLI7wu5uH8enayWCz-RfPTFYBRB8wVA3iEo8zIYOYJBTbsGw1ByXTZtSW4W3cG8/s1600-h/natasha+and+toot+record.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208535062636802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlztX590prC07tNwq_tsXbRT1erZ4Y5Ovlmfhrv915t-Kf3lki5B9Z_1i4vMj7cEhxcePgjtt3yWzkLI7wu5uH8enayWCz-RfPTFYBRB8wVA3iEo8zIYOYJBTbsGw1ByXTZtSW4W3cG8/s320/natasha+and+toot+record.jpg" border="0" /></a>Guilda Hope Schroader, my mentor and friend, 1993. She sacrificed much for me, and helped get me started. She said, "Yes, you should organize a choir!" So I did. That was in 1991, and she helped and supported me from then on. I sent out 80 requests and 40 people joined. "Promise," named by Hope, was officially organized November 5th, 1991. Hope became our first narrator.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rvOuncKtS72ZO1dBHa5JR2fFq3twL5WUICrsc-P5CB_0ltvD8LMVfcHv98FlmH51qE62Tw_O3-sTvNSuJ6oWgviCRXPX8yiIKotRMOsX-vKsYXIhLXvv5NvPkMOZruDu4Ew0zSrrV7U/s1600-h/hope+and+me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208535066931769522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rvOuncKtS72ZO1dBHa5JR2fFq3twL5WUICrsc-P5CB_0ltvD8LMVfcHv98FlmH51qE62Tw_O3-sTvNSuJ6oWgviCRXPX8yiIKotRMOsX-vKsYXIhLXvv5NvPkMOZruDu4Ew0zSrrV7U/s320/hope+and+me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />THE STORY BEHIND "HAVE I FORGOTTEN THEE?"<br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="left">This song is a result of my scripture reading back in 1992 about the covenant people of Abraham. The text comes from both Isaiah 49 and I Nephi 21. The melody, harmonies and words are very powerful, and came so quickly that within hours from its inception, neighbors and family had memorized it. I am grateful to Troy Heninger who quickly took it and inputted it into his computer, who then shared it with members of our choir, "Promise." It has been performed over a thousand times for young and old, and has always been received with gratitude.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">I sent it to Shirley, my sister living in Australia, who arranged to have it performed for several years by the Brisbane Regional Choir of the LDS Church. Scores of people were left in tears by its message, proclaiming that this song was written expressly for <em>them.</em> </div><div align="left"><br />Additionally, a cluster of folks came to visit from the island of Kauai, and when they heard the song, they announced that it related perfectly to <em>their</em> people, and wanted to use it in their pageant.<br /></div><div align="left">In Bountiful, Utah, when we performed it for a regional gathering of single parents, many explained to me, in tears, why this was <em>their</em> song.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfx631N0kpPe1JyRPQ5u8BZsG6nfzeKU0s2eeoUl2WozFvC3VJEXFavkyc4XlW72OD6pG_AWeIOzmQDM8nCdQ9ho_xfjNPQL4S5f-jbqpbUs54LPe__LwL9cJTKnDRckvbN1g3PivmuBM/s1600-h/have+I+forgotten+thee,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208515060974104674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfx631N0kpPe1JyRPQ5u8BZsG6nfzeKU0s2eeoUl2WozFvC3VJEXFavkyc4XlW72OD6pG_AWeIOzmQDM8nCdQ9ho_xfjNPQL4S5f-jbqpbUs54LPe__LwL9cJTKnDRckvbN1g3PivmuBM/s320/have+I+forgotten+thee,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-62535792231449555792008-06-04T13:03:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:44.166-08:00MY HEART SONG: "ALMA, BORN OF GOD"<div align="center">The 1991 original, handwritten copy of Alma, Born of God<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz7ClcC76LizW1w9FF2PVDXhiAZ_nxvMGAYVJ-cCOspLo0qwGdd9KKN27LpQNMhenm-F3bRZExIfM_3b4svN6HsQ3lM7YrHxO2_2wQCp4aJyWbVVkx-qpRSMfHunuC3G14MsWlzSAawo/s1600-h/alma,+born+of+god,+original+first+page.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136637067195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivz7ClcC76LizW1w9FF2PVDXhiAZ_nxvMGAYVJ-cCOspLo0qwGdd9KKN27LpQNMhenm-F3bRZExIfM_3b4svN6HsQ3lM7YrHxO2_2wQCp4aJyWbVVkx-qpRSMfHunuC3G14MsWlzSAawo/s320/alma,+born+of+god,+original+first+page.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ten years later I was able to input the song into the computer, using Finale. If you click on the picture, you'll get a bigger view.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQY6gXKy6rrdzMCV45WLdP4k4PzDYVVgMLT7-wVNO_98eFZSJMeL2FYV1X1E3mnFh_fnrn8o8ejFJz7OzufJ-FvdGpKwUNWgdZksHgKF_4lP7sv7Tp6Pu90MQ_mXknDvzSzSEsvBwfqY/s1600-h/alma,+born+of+god,+finale+first+page.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208136645657129810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQY6gXKy6rrdzMCV45WLdP4k4PzDYVVgMLT7-wVNO_98eFZSJMeL2FYV1X1E3mnFh_fnrn8o8ejFJz7OzufJ-FvdGpKwUNWgdZksHgKF_4lP7sv7Tp6Pu90MQ_mXknDvzSzSEsvBwfqY/s320/alma,+born+of+god,+finale+first+page.jpg" border="0" /></a>WHY I WROTE THIS SONG</div><div align="center"><br />Karl Kent Thompson, 1939-1962, is my brother. He contracted a kidney disease when he was 15 years old. For seven months he lay in bed, unable to get up for any purpose, and unable to do his school work or art projects because of his severe headaches. He eventually died of that disease when he was just under the age of 23 and I was 17. He changed my life for the better.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">The following story was written in 1991. I was 46 years old and wanted to compose a song about what makes people change for the better. Kent's influence helped me write this story, as well as the song.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96Xgdnaba3APCOzm6bE-nsrblo05bdz0hr8WZ70eF8RLeEmSBbNepaa_EhLrudHRy7OOlzC1YBgWg5hL6D_bCanNAUL05bz4jfspCf7ReDuqw9nSkrzSlBiJgAuSrpE_PUZi_Vyex-CE/s1600-h/1953+Kent+Thompson+age+14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208122661243613970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj96Xgdnaba3APCOzm6bE-nsrblo05bdz0hr8WZ70eF8RLeEmSBbNepaa_EhLrudHRy7OOlzC1YBgWg5hL6D_bCanNAUL05bz4jfspCf7ReDuqw9nSkrzSlBiJgAuSrpE_PUZi_Vyex-CE/s320/1953+Kent+Thompson+age+14.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kent Thompson, age 14<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeiejI7a5XdMDIzEytGNLy7eishdJDfDG2jwjqG8_xoGDqJmRsviJsIE64dKSG2BcgKdpviTMZW-cUEEMYziTTQ0PK0DFvd_LSUf-uktCRBXvWsbZCdQ4CqMDiOw23SXVEx4jNYw6IhA/s1600-h/1955+Spring,+Thompson%27s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208122669833548578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeiejI7a5XdMDIzEytGNLy7eishdJDfDG2jwjqG8_xoGDqJmRsviJsIE64dKSG2BcgKdpviTMZW-cUEEMYziTTQ0PK0DFvd_LSUf-uktCRBXvWsbZCdQ4CqMDiOw23SXVEx4jNYw6IhA/s320/1955+Spring,+Thompson%27s.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Thompson Family. Kent stands rear left, age 15, just before his illness. </div><br /><div align="center">I am front right, age 10.<br /></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tSBuzYGuNcue6yyTjAujF_GTudZIj72ci4Rzzx77aiFy_oIUBn4tbJ5EAyR9WUa3V8YQnySOgqH1RugxTKu49_pb_GZzr3C60yNhQIGjl_wUX3cyJoERUIE8-foF5_joCInkAPNSqJI/s1600-h/1961+Kent+Thompson+at+Chez+Nous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208122674128515890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tSBuzYGuNcue6yyTjAujF_GTudZIj72ci4Rzzx77aiFy_oIUBn4tbJ5EAyR9WUa3V8YQnySOgqH1RugxTKu49_pb_GZzr3C60yNhQIGjl_wUX3cyJoERUIE8-foF5_joCInkAPNSqJI/s320/1961+Kent+Thompson+at+Chez+Nous.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kent Thompson, 1961, a few months before his death. Kent was a spiritual giant.</p><br /><p align="center">THE WONDERFUL SECRET</p><br /><p align="left">Kent was 15 when he became ill with a kidney disease. He had been in bed for seven months when he announced to the family something wonderful was going to happen. Kent was my brother. I was there to witness that what he missed most was his being with the family at church. Every week he begged to go, but the doctors knew it would be detrimental to his health. I was 10 years old at the time, old enough to know he could barely get out of bed, let alone walk. We all hoped he would recover.</p><br /><p align="left">It seemed everyone knew what the wonderful secret was except me and my younger sister, Shirley. Kent explained that it was the most wonderful thing that could happen in the whole world, and he wanted us to guess what it was. We guessed every worldy possession we could think of, the biggest, and most valuable being a grand piano. He went on to give us another hint: it was going to come through his bedroom window. I can still see that big, black, grand piano floating through his open window. I was ready to believe anything because I wanted it so badly. But, every guess we made was wrong. The last clue he gave was that he would receive it the next Sunday. </p><br /><p align="left">When he told us his secret, we didn't understand. Decades later, I reflect, and I feel I am just beginning now to understand. As time progressed, the veil between Kent and the Spirit World became very thin. His understanding of the scriptures was profound. My parents wondered how could someone so young know so much. The whole family eventually learned to go to Kent for guidance on any subject.</p><br /><p align="left">His wonderful secret was this: He had found Jesus Christ, who dwells in the heavens, which Kent could see from his bed as he looked out the window. He had readied himself to have the faith he would need to become healed, and succesfully get up and go to church the next Sunday, despite doctor's orders. He was healed, and did go...and nearly every Sunday thereafter, until he died seven years later.</p><br /><p align="left">Now I can look back and see that this period of time was a turning point for Kent as he coped with his illness. His gifts of the Spirit were innumerable after he found Christ, and he blessed our home with intense spirituality.</p><br /><p align="left">Recently, I wanted to capture this essence of personal faith and change and put it in song form. I turned to The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ. I felt that within the story of Alma's conversion, the wonderful secret of self improvement was recorded. But I struggled to find which verse was the heart of the story, or the turning point for Alma. I spent hours over a span of weeks to locate the scripture that tells what makes people change. I prayed that I could find it so that I could write this song.</p><br /><p align="left">My answer came during sacrament service one Sunday. After making a quick scan of my worn-out pages of Mosiah 27 and Alma 36, I found the answer! It was so simple that I couldn't believe I had missed it all those years. It is on page 299: "Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought,..."</p><br /><p align="left">Kent was given time while he was in bed to allow his mind to "catch hold" upon the thought of Jesus Christ. That was the turning point for him, as also for Alma, and it is for us, too. The wonderful part is, if we believe in Christ's Atonement, and ask Him for His mercy, we will remember our sins no more, and we will experience unspeakable joy in our lives. Alma did it, and it only took him three days...and he didn't move a muscle! Christ did the rest.</p><br /><p align="left">I witnessed Kent's last moments. I saw him raise his eyes in surprise and joy, and he looked towards the window. As he raised his thin right arm in expectation, I knew Someone wonderful had come to escort him out of his earthly pain. We knew, as a family, that Kent had not only "caught hold" of Jesus Christ in this life, but was embracing Him in the next.<br /></p></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-36777871077562086362008-05-31T19:03:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:45.452-08:00MY SIGNATURE SONG: "I LOVE TO READ THE BOOK OF MORMON"<div align="center">This is my handwritten copy of "I Love to Read the Book of Mormon" which was written in 1991 and originally entitled "Our Prophet's Song." Most of the words came from President Ezra Taft Benson, who was my favorite General Authority since I was eight years old. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcOlf1mx-1Kahu9OOVXdHfRQsiderK0XhkrZ6oXPB9Zhunzx6K40jVCb3FIjadJB9r66IS4l6Ybefak8HGGCFbg8LcQmOEkgiiekbJZa5o_ZxLTUcqpBdAw25SLz6M3mpQCbSkcqwsFc/s1600-h/i+love+to+read,+handwritten+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208552749312127250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcOlf1mx-1Kahu9OOVXdHfRQsiderK0XhkrZ6oXPB9Zhunzx6K40jVCb3FIjadJB9r66IS4l6Ybefak8HGGCFbg8LcQmOEkgiiekbJZa5o_ZxLTUcqpBdAw25SLz6M3mpQCbSkcqwsFc/s320/i+love+to+read,+handwritten+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Later I gained permission from the Benson family to use the prophets words.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUguhd1AjZSyjkFNNwoFrbxsaacjC-GHA2fZsnVsAa7EEvV5FBpM0cNGsIlWdO2K_rWZkHNRUBimFsUDpbpEYssdDXm-PIW4Tg_mXRY43_33gXbmM1VbbVBb5d_dZQaQoXSKurbScNlc/s1600-h/i+love+to+read,+finale+p1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208552749312127266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUguhd1AjZSyjkFNNwoFrbxsaacjC-GHA2fZsnVsAa7EEvV5FBpM0cNGsIlWdO2K_rWZkHNRUBimFsUDpbpEYssdDXm-PIW4Tg_mXRY43_33gXbmM1VbbVBb5d_dZQaQoXSKurbScNlc/s320/i+love+to+read,+finale+p1.jpg" border="0" /></a>President Ezra Taft Benson, 1992<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn-RXkv_-XqSbPwQbdarmxic3xCX1UT4WiFCuT8lHwNVR4dM4IaOw6F8_8FQzZurxkLcz3monCfTgOFh8G2Pbjt8GZh4bmPMsEPyJSelN3COlGdC1enFuZonYcj8LNzZughzomCulXhM/s1600-h/Ezra+Taft+Benson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208552757902061874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn-RXkv_-XqSbPwQbdarmxic3xCX1UT4WiFCuT8lHwNVR4dM4IaOw6F8_8FQzZurxkLcz3monCfTgOFh8G2Pbjt8GZh4bmPMsEPyJSelN3COlGdC1enFuZonYcj8LNzZughzomCulXhM/s320/Ezra+Taft+Benson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Promise, after a performance in 1997. We always sang "I Love to Read the Book of Mormon" at the beginning of each presentation. At the end, the choir members would go down into the audience and sing it again. This song became a very effective and beautiful tool for our presentations.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206754443576897154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pZ8MZoPF1zxPst5Iq4KzZOSExDLyEndnpOXrlkJOd2_6sq6LZrj4FnNsno1rXSMWGL9xINDPvLGZ6C3OZlDgOx_W1Om1n7OArIjZld7h_Rs6ubOLt9XoLkg6aAZXFxwqdl_mVU9-YwE/s320/1997+promise+red.bmp" border="0" />"Promise" choir in 1994-1996, after performances<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQwltDflxfqcwIL1Bco3MEjhObKTV1y2qhYxoYiXqQ8RTOZqh8mfghEvDanK_9-5vpoKKEeqGzatK6ALDbKNuwsBHmc_o-teijNuzaSy9rcSsSytrDGDs3cqXav_a4iXS9ik742D8yGY/s1600-h/1994,+Promise+Choir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206741322451807698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQwltDflxfqcwIL1Bco3MEjhObKTV1y2qhYxoYiXqQ8RTOZqh8mfghEvDanK_9-5vpoKKEeqGzatK6ALDbKNuwsBHmc_o-teijNuzaSy9rcSsSytrDGDs3cqXav_a4iXS9ik742D8yGY/s320/1994,+Promise+Choir.jpg" border="0" /></a>Promise rehearses in 1994<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDO6nN3n0-MMvDRDvJQykpJx65LNNzmIEuU5jYj2U9l5zKLCh85VtdYlIPnHS_Rr7FeMZJnoJ5sFi-tU8fiqtXm1oS_f-PSO_XKqcytPYSAuthsHDvR29r1XzIGybJuTVt-TdHSDGahAk/s1600-h/1995+promise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206741326746775010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDO6nN3n0-MMvDRDvJQykpJx65LNNzmIEuU5jYj2U9l5zKLCh85VtdYlIPnHS_Rr7FeMZJnoJ5sFi-tU8fiqtXm1oS_f-PSO_XKqcytPYSAuthsHDvR29r1XzIGybJuTVt-TdHSDGahAk/s320/1995+promise.jpg" border="0" /></a>Formal picture for our CD in 1995<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206741331041742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIw9vdNayE9euY7GJgKMRmvrkybuLawYCXgBYCNhpyFBm0rhqy22FrC4OHuT9JIsWieqli5X887sO-pVLZhTbxXqMbY5lWYrUzxsPUvWN53MCf4tL2LJ5wneomiXaMcTe09vvAwqBWEQ/s320/1995+promisepic.bmp" border="0" /><br />In 1991 I wrote what has become my s<em>ignature song,</em> "I Love to Read the Book of Mormon." The following background story, which I wrote at the same time, explains its melodic structure: <div align="center"><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><em>I LOVE TO READ THE BOOK OF MORMON</em><br /><br />So simple! How can I contain it! The concept is so simple, yet so profound! Here we are, God's earthly children going through so much sorrow and having so many problems. We ask God to please help us. At times we feel the heavens are made of brass and won't release their truths to us. We keep having "bad luck," and we grovel in despair.<br /><br />Meanwhile, in Salt Lake City, Utah, at the pulpit from which our prophet speaks, we are told to read deeply from the Book of Mormon, another Testament of Jesus Christ. He tells us we will find our answers there.<br /><br />But we forget, and the cares of the day prevent us from searching that book. We become like the children of Israel who refused to just look at the staff so they could be healed. Today, all <em>we </em>need to do is read the Book of Mormon with our whole soul, and we'll be healed from our despair and problems. It is our staff, and our healer.<br /><br />When you hear this song, you will discover it has two melodies. I couldn't decide which one was best, so I used them both, at the same time, just like the prayer and the answer, which can "cross in the mail," or, better yet, the answer has been there all the time.<br /><br />I sang it in the car to my daughter the day it was finished. She immediately recognized something about it I didn't know: it had a third melody, one that I had sung to my babies all through the years, one which I had learned from my Mama well over forty years before, and which she had learned from her mama decades before that. Anyone that knows, "I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch," give it a try. This brings back the flavor of old-time melodies that I'm sure our prophet, Ezra Taft Bensen still loves to this day.<br /><br />These are<em> his</em> words, and<em> his</em> song. </div></div></div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-17901737725179042192008-05-22T15:26:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:45.959-08:00MY FIRST SONG<div align="center">My first draft of my first song, originally titled, "Have Ye Any Sick Among You?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrU9cstjikGQ7f1Rj3eI_WJ-w9y0Z-EJ2FtDZBMlAizDUUTn9JFzbXxKaFIfBR5QEcp9-bB47NGOyGaRVeD54W2AOcxdsvqjkx4J07t-EWk7fN3hPu4OYc4AkZXrIBT7dHudS3vCEEly0/s1600-h/I+will+Heal+You+p.+1+original+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208180561697731426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrU9cstjikGQ7f1Rj3eI_WJ-w9y0Z-EJ2FtDZBMlAizDUUTn9JFzbXxKaFIfBR5QEcp9-bB47NGOyGaRVeD54W2AOcxdsvqjkx4J07t-EWk7fN3hPu4OYc4AkZXrIBT7dHudS3vCEEly0/s320/I+will+Heal+You+p.+1+original+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>The same song, renamed to, "I Will Heal You," was given an introduction and more voices.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbBLHN3PXu0quFfo8kd-sYoi6aiHBBmflkItrqourLLcfX_Ltej4nbLMH0Seba3xDV6xrqsqZM3op7vQPTCsJjqxl_VcFSYCriDn9SeccacXRhH0Z5KRRucCfByYEzVZJpH21fSOiLyA/s1600-h/I+will+Heal+You+p.+1+finale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208180570287666034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxbBLHN3PXu0quFfo8kd-sYoi6aiHBBmflkItrqourLLcfX_Ltej4nbLMH0Seba3xDV6xrqsqZM3op7vQPTCsJjqxl_VcFSYCriDn9SeccacXRhH0Z5KRRucCfByYEzVZJpH21fSOiLyA/s320/I+will+Heal+You+p.+1+finale.jpg" border="0" /></a> MY STORY</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">During the fall of 1987, I received a strong impression to write Book of Mormon music. To make my story short, let's just say I felt very inadequate; plus, I didn't have time. I was working three jobs and was dog-tired at night. However, my reading from the Book of Mormon at night kept me thinking of that powerful impression. With a sigh, I cast out my fears and figured I'd better get started and chose a scripture, if I'm going to write a song.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I chose 3 Nephi 17, my favorite chapter, and verse 7, my favorite verse. My favorite sentences in the whole Book of Mormon are stated when Christ is visiting the Nephites, and He asks, "Have ye any that are sick among you? Bring them hither...and I will heal them,...for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy." </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The melody came to me as a gift. The chordal structure, harmonies, rhythm and words came one note or measure at a time. Christ's healing influence worked within me as the song progressed. I became happier and energized with each passing day that fall of 1987. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I savor the memory of those weeks: all alone in the middle of the night, wrapped in a blandet, sitting on the best seat in the house, my piano bench. I feel closer to my Savior because I have heard just a little bit of heaven. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">This is the 2003 CD cover of my program which contains "I Will Heal You," sung by George Dyer and The Kaye Starr Singers. With the help of many good artists, this song was ready to be recorded 15 years after its inception. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXj-qG-bNZWSdBUqkfyBtHvjlws1Ji__p2nM7WegezyIb7ZSdsg7XP95jKHRb8LQKQ8xN13ODxYHM41wYLt6IUnRKTFWQR3_whedaNlmX_FsOPdJZ10WNLCOES2WtiiRUKaiQtaZ2cJg/s1600-h/songs+of+prophets+cd+label+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203332771145628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXj-qG-bNZWSdBUqkfyBtHvjlws1Ji__p2nM7WegezyIb7ZSdsg7XP95jKHRb8LQKQ8xN13ODxYHM41wYLt6IUnRKTFWQR3_whedaNlmX_FsOPdJZ10WNLCOES2WtiiRUKaiQtaZ2cJg/s320/songs+of+prophets+cd+label+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-81134570996732829162008-05-22T14:55:00.000-07:002008-05-22T15:23:26.285-07:00LIT WITH FIREI cried with joy when President Ezra Taft Benson called for artists to create more works from the Book of Mormon. He didn't know, but I had already begun! During the lowest, darkest time of my life, when I felt all doors had closed upon me, I began to seek refuge and comfort in reading from the Book of Mormon. Late at night, when I could finally rest my tired body and open the pages of my Book of Mormon, I entered, through reading, my Savior's presence. A "window of light" opened to my soul as I longed to capture through music, the color, intensity, pathos and joy I had often felt as I read my scriptures. Could I actually capture those beautiful moments on musicians' manuscript? I was <em>lit with fire</em> with the desire to try.<br /><br />I prayed for melodies that might come to my mind to depict that joy. Surely Heavenly melodies come to earth! I wanted to shout to the world about the power that one can feel from reading the Book of Mormon. Drawing upon this power, and with a prayer in my heart for a specific melody, I would become aware that as I sat at my piano and placed my hands on the keys, my fingers were guided to play mature, educated cadences, and springing from the,m I discovered heavenly melodies. What joy!<br /><br />I received strong impressions to write music that would use words of pure scripture taken directly from the pages of the Book of Mormon. The fire that was lit within me burned even brighter as I followed the promptings of the Holy Ghost and continued to write this music. Then, after I heard President Benson's words, "...I have a vision of artists putting into film, literature, music and painting, the great themes and characters from the Book of Mormon...," the fire within me became unquenchable.<br /><br />I felt as though a heavenly conduit of pure inspiration was opened to me. There would be tunes floating in my head that would not go away until I could write them down. I could put my hands on the piano keys and make beautiful music that matched the scripture I was reading. This would work as long as I had a personal witness of that scripture and could read it as I played the piano, with my Book of Mormon opened on the music stand before me. Those precious words, pure scripture, fashioned each cadence, molded the harmonies, and gave birth to the melodies. This music flowed into my heart and my mind, but with no particular concern for my schedule, where I was, or what I was doing.<br /><br />One came at dinnertime when I was stirring the gravy. I turned off the stove so I could go to the paino and write it down. I didn't want to lose it! "I Will Heal You" was born. Another time I half woke at 4:30 a.m., and in my "twilight" sleep, I became aware that a particular melodic phrase kept interrupting my rest. I rose and jotted down the tune, since I knew it could leave me in a flash if I didn't. That became "He is the Light and the Life of the World." Again, during a Sacrament service one Sunday as I scanned my worn pages of Mosiah 27 and Alma 36, I found the key to repentence, which became the heart of a new song: "Alma, Born of God." My role as woman, wife, and mother burned with clearer definition when the words, "I will go and do the thing which the Lord hath commanded" met their melody in my heart and emerged as "I Will Go!"<br /><br />How can I contain it? Each scripture is a song whose message sears the soul! Each one I have composed has been inspired from my readings of THE BOOK OF MORMON, ANOTHER TESTAMENT OF JESUS CHRIST. Each has given me a spiritual experience, which I have recorded. But the most precious thing that has come to me from composing this music is my personal testimony of the<em> power</em> of the Book of Mormon.<br /><br />I don't profess to be a Handel or a Mozart, but then, they didn't have the Book of Mormon to write from, and I do! As you listen, perhaps your pains will be eased by this music and your hopes will be <em>lit with fire</em> as mine have been.<br /><br />May I share it with you?Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067346491079924007.post-84083934980920408542008-04-19T15:49:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:00:46.124-08:00"PROMISE" IS BORN<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXpInw7YpyJngQNJzXynW9V94idMS6vhrKK4dH0EGApCV4YK5AyRl7ICk34pxMwx25IbTItFo9R7ArKiXpnQY3xUzyUe8ipEHd_WJUH3TuRJC8pros20fEG56Fp6VSQ6bs6-U8oAJx_g/s1600-h/Kaye+Starr+at+Piano.JPG"></a>Let me introduce my first choir called 'Promise' which was formed in 1991. Here they are at Bountiful Regional Center when they performed 'Nephi's Christmas Vision'. Guilda Hope Schroader was my narrator and assistant. Family members involved were: Holly, Clark, Joyce (my children), Brent (my husband), Don Burt Heninger & Janice Heninger (Brent's brother and his wife), Troy (their son) and his wife, Denise, and Myrna Heninger (Sister-in-law). </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3IM7cS9nekDABEa7OTbFoRMUB60lDM-lyP8juR4oEFm5sy14MKguR3NW-qMEWmZAduVUdPYf6FecvBwllSWvdPDsre0-gth7MeBe1IGISh4-HZlZNmj-wq4Hof_XbWIxKlaupCpKKVs/s1600-h/1992+Promise+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191173932043070082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3IM7cS9nekDABEa7OTbFoRMUB60lDM-lyP8juR4oEFm5sy14MKguR3NW-qMEWmZAduVUdPYf6FecvBwllSWvdPDsre0-gth7MeBe1IGISh4-HZlZNmj-wq4Hof_XbWIxKlaupCpKKVs/s400/1992+Promise+3.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Promise, a total of 48 people included two friends from Idaho, plus we took advantage of the talents of Evelyn Harris, Master Vocalist from Weber State University. </div><div></div>Kaye Starrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06665956549784189584noreply@blogger.com2