This blog is the daily musings of Esther, her adventures in the Washington, D.C. area, and the things she discovers along the way.
About Esther:
She’s a 29+ adventurous, friendly, loyal and girl who is always making new friends and trying new adventures. She is also someone who at times lets the melancholy part of her soul sneak out and who can get so swept away with living that she just has to stop and write it all out. Although born in Illinois, she considers herself a native to DC and Maryland because she has lived in the region most of her life.
She is a professional journalist covering energy issues on the Hill (although she will set aside her profession for this blog). Esther also is an arts lover, a crocheter, a singer, the proud owner of a dog and bird, a nature lover (particularly of trees, wind and water), a dancer and perhaps sometimes still a bit of a child at heart.
Until recently, Esther also was a singer (first soprano baby!!!) in a professional choir that for 40+ years performed in the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts and in other venues. The Master Chorale of Washington dissolved in May 2009 and Esthernow is a choir orphan.
September 24, 2008 at 7:57 am
Hi Esther,
my name is Lillie Erhardt and I’ve been reading your blog which I found very intereasting. If you have time please contact me at lillie.erhardt@prontocommunication.se
Lillie
March 23, 2009 at 10:41 pm
Esther,
Just read the article in the Post about the M.C. I also always read the comments sent to articles that I find interesting. Obviously it is there that I read yours and then checked this site. I sang with the Chorale and the Singers for eight years in the mid-eighties. What wonderful memories. Some of the very best in my life. Since that first Christmas concert that I sang, “Once in Royal David’s City” became my favorite carol. Just wanted to commiserate with someone that sounded like they felt the same as I do. Wasn’t it fun!
Michael
March 24, 2009 at 12:21 pm
Thanks Michael. Yeah I do love that carol in particular and also “Angels we have heard on high,” and the happy feelings of the holiday music, even though holiday music is not as challenging and thrilling to master as, say, Bach’s Mass in b minor.
I might have met you as my mother has been in the choir since the early 80s, although you probably don’t remember a little blonde-haired girl who used to sneak backstage after concerts to see my mom and to get autographs if a soloist impressed me. That was well before 9/11 when they closed off the backstage.
It’s sad but I’m also going to miss snarfing down food in the underground Kennedy Center staff-cafeteria right before dashing to a dress-rehearsal.