Dad always made me sing a song everytime someone came over. Usually I played my little electric organ. I would sing "i could cry" A song that I wrote and published in the 6th grade. But here, it looks like I graduated from HighlSchool. So, I could be getting ready for a wedding or a sacrament meeting program.
"This memoir is how I remember my own life. If you were there, you might recall something differently. It's OK. Your version can be written in your memoir." - Marty Halverson
A very amateur family historian and genealogist. Hopefully my passion for the subject will make up for my lack of skill and training. Enjoy my work in progress!
"Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord:
"And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse." - Malachi 4: 5-6
Group Project
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2 comments:
ok, what do you think I'm singing? haha
Dad always made me sing a song everytime someone came over. Usually I played my little electric organ. I would sing "i could cry" A song that I wrote and published in the 6th grade. But here, it looks like I graduated from HighlSchool. So, I could be getting ready for a wedding or a sacrament meeting program.
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