My mom said that when I was little that I loved to sing, especially in church. I don't remember that.
I do remember being in seventh grade at Immanuel School in Bay City, Michigan and being called before the class to sing by myself to try out for a school choir. My teacher was Principal Victor A. Drogemueller who led the choir and who played the organ at the church.
He had great musical gifts and I didn't have any other than knowing how to turn on a radio and a 45 rpm record player. And, at home, I occasionally saw Perry Como on tv at my aunt and uncle's house. However, I was intimidated by people who could sing and play instruments.
When my name was called in class, I froze big time. With all the bluntness of a drill sergeant, he demanded that I continue and I botched it big time. He frowned and shook his head is disdain. I've never liked singing since then.
At church today, I know they will be singing some Christmas Carols. Can I do it? If I do, it will be in honor of "Vic" as a few people would refer to him.