Well I finally got a good connection in a hotel where we actually have some free time. It's actually quite amazing that there aren't more choir members dropping like flies with the schedule we have. But I can honestly say that it's been great thus far. We've had some really hot performances (in more ways than one) and it's taught me how to stand still with sweat rolling down my face, my back and my neck!! I'll give you an update on each location...that might be easier!
TORONTO
Toronto City Hall (across from our hotel)

Albertina and myself in front of the Marriott

I didn't take my camera to the sound check in Toronto. BIG MISTAKE! The Roy Thompson Hall was stunning. If you want to read up on the event, go to mormontabernaclechoir.org and read the Toronto article. I wrote it...amazing I know. But you can be the judge. Two experiences with Toronto. When we went to the sound check the first song we sang was the national anthem. I have to admit that I could not finish singing the anthem. I actually shed tears...got all veklempt! Here I was in Canada, with the world's most well known and loved choir with many of them being close friends, singing MY national anthem. Even on the second run through I couldn't finish it. Even in the performances I had to really concentrate to keep myself from losing it. It was an awesome experience. I LOVE my homeland. I'm proud to be Canadian (yes, I even sewed a Canadian flag on my backpack) and there aren't many in the Choir who don't know that! In fact one of my bass friends (he's in the Chicago story as well) told me yesterday that he got emotional during the anthem as well. What a glorious bonding experience! I did omit one very phenomenal event...when Lloyd asked those who were Canadians to stand, there were six of us with Canadian flags and we waved them proudly. I got a little carried away...waved mine like it was a hockey game and I had a ten footer on a big stick. Looked a little weird with a tiny 8 inch flag on a toothpick. But it just brought the house down so we were all happy to be Canadian. I think I'm the only one with a Canadian passport however. That made me even prouder. One more thing for the siblings...I went to dinner with Albertina (one of Dad's secretaries). She was so happy to meet me and told everybody this was Carol who sings in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. And would then say that she worked for my father...and that "her parents were like family...parents" to her. I was able to get her into the matinee performance (found a ticket from one of our staff members). She was ecstatic and was so happy to have spent time with one of the Salmons. If any of you are in Toronto, you'll need to look her up. She's a good woman.
CHAUTAUQUA, NY
Craig at the sound check

The Row—Carol, Ann, and Christie

Many of you may not even know where this is. To tell you the truth, I don't either. It's a town that awakens each spring/summer for a great performing arts season. They have a wonderfully old amphitheatre with wooden benches. Not too comfortable but the crowd was soooo fantastic! This was another double concert venue (matinee and evening performances). The fact that I had pulled two all-nighters earlier in the week at the office to get stuff done before I left as well as performing twice the day before, made itself manifest during the matinee performance. Instead of eating dinner I just laid down in a presbyterian chapel on their cushioned chairs for a couple of hours so the evening performance wouldn't kill me. It worked. I survived. But what really helped me survive was our conductor, Craig Jessop. I'm not kidding. The man saved more than myself that night. Imagine an orchestra of 60 or more, and 300+ choir members performing their fourth 2-hour concert in less than 24 hours...with a very short night's sleep (crossed the border by bus after midnight). Needless to say the miracle to perform a stunning performance was found in Craig. He walked onto that stage with so much enthusiasm and energy it was like an instant spark and my whole soul and body just had every ounce of energy I needed to perform something that a minute before was totally out of reach. Humbling to say the least because I knew Craig and Mack were just as tired—if not moreso—but the Lord had blessed us. Which brings me to one more ah-ha experience. I'm starting to realize the reason the Choir and Orchestra tour. It's not publicity for the Choir or even the Church in that respect, it's an opportunity to touch the souls of those listening so when a couple of young missionaries happen to be in their neighborhood there's some memory deep in their hearts they can't quite figure out BUT just might be enough for their spirit to recognize something and prompt them to listen to the message. And again I'm humbled by what the Lord has allowed me to participate in.
BLOSSOMFEST—CLEVELAND, OH
Dinner with the Cache Valley Girls (Marilyn, Kathie, Camille, Yvonne), Me, and Morgan Hansen (our cousin)

Performing at BlossomFest

The Homers, the Johnsons and Me

Now, what more can I write about? Well, can we say SWEAT! Yup, let's get a little technical here. Firstly, you've taken a huge group of people from DRY heat into a climate where we have 80 percent humidity. And what does that do to you besides changing your hairstyle? Ya...it puts your body into a tailspin attempting to regulate it's temperature. Firstly, if you notice how dark it is AROUND the stage and then how bright we all look, you'll understand this sweating phenomena a little better. Not only do we as a choir contend with humidity, we also contend with stage lighting, long dresses, full suits for the men, and a closer than usual neighbor on either side! Ya....we were all fire hydrants. In fact within the first 10 minutes of the concert I had sweat trickling down my back, sweat trickling down my face, and a bunch of sweat making tracks down my neck. And what can you do? I was mumbling to my neighbor, Camille (from Smithfield), that I couldn't take it. I even stopped singing (mouthed the words) while I attempted to go to my cold place (grade 2 winter...walking through the fields to SWC for school). Unfortunately, nothing helped. They instructed us to bring bottles of water on the stage...forgot to mention the beach towels that would have been appropriate as well. By intermission I had given up trying to control my sweat glands and just let them go crazy. Interesting note...once you have become a huge sticky mess your body pulls back and doesn't send too much more sweat out there. It's like a spider cocooning it's next meal. I had a full-body coating of sticky sweat all over for the rest of the concert. Well, me and 300 others. And I thought it was because I was out of shape!
On a higher plane however, we did visit Kirtland on Sunday afternoon after sacrament meeting. It was a cool experience. Touching as the Choir was able to sing in the Kirtland Temple some of the hymns that were in the first hymnal compiled by Emma Smith. What a great experience. Humbling to know we were on sacred ground with all the events that transpired in that area.
CHICAGO
Kite Flying

The Row (Me, Ruth, Camille, Delores, Sybil)

Dinner at Ravinia

Okay. To set the stage...I went to breakfast Wednesday (not a usual habit) and was sitting with a couple of friends when Lloyd Newell comes up and asks Cherilyn if she knows of anyone who would want to buy two WICKED tickets from a couple who had decided they couldn't attend the performance that evening in Chicago (Oriental Theatre). So I'm sitting at the table wondering whether I should go or not. I had heard a lot about this musical and figured since I wasn't going to be in Chicago again I might as well raise my hand as an interested party. And off I went the happy owner of a ticket to WICKED. Remember though we're still in Cleveland. And won't be leaving until 10:45 (ended up being an hour later). And once we do get to our hotel we'll have to take a 45 minute cab ride down to the theatre...are you following...yes. Needless to say we (there were ten in the party) were feeling good until we hit traffic outside of Chicago. And then the bus took a wrong exit, and then when we did get to the hotel the bus had to drive AROUND to the back of the hotel before unboarding. We did get to the theatre, but missed the first four numbers. Thank goodness in each taxi van we had someone who gave us a synopsis of what they thought we'd have missed. Now, with that said, it was a great event! I had to look ahead however and say I have something to look forward to the next time I see it.
And Chicago? Well, it IS the windy city and I DID pack a few kites to fly off the Navy Pier. Unfortunately, the next Batman movie had taken control of the end of the pier so I was unable to fly my kites there. Happily, John and Margie Murdock and I found a park. I've added a little movie. You can see how much fun we had. Funny thing...the windy city may have some wind but not in a park...and not coming from the same direction. It was fun though. And yes, we did sweat...but we're used to it now.
So our evening concert was at Ravinia. Another fantastic amphitheatre with a lot of grassy areas for people to come and enjoy the concert. There was some rainfall prior to the concert but it cleared up nicely and the grass was covered with people. And not just people on blankets but people with tables set up and having shrimp cocktail, wine, fruit salad (in a fancy cut watermelon)—I told one group that if there was an award, they would have taken first place. They had a lovely flower arrangement as a centerpiece. AMAZING! What's up with the west's version of concerts in the park?
This was my first experience as a Row Leader. Row 5, and I took it to the limit...letting everyone know that I was the leader, even the organists. Sometimes you have to be a little out of control to get a few laughs. And especially when everyone is tired and sweaty.
So now we're in Cincinnati and we're singing with the Pops tomorrow. I'll tell you about it tomorrow night.