That may not really be fair; I’ve thought that handbells were beautiful ever since I first heard a handbell choir play. But it was Kelly who was my closest example. She really enjoyed it and talked with pride about playing.
My church, First United Methodist in Shelbyville, resumed its Wednesday night meal this week after a two-month break for the holidays and other church functions. There’s a catered meal, followed by a variety of other activities. I used to stay for the Bible study, but for various reasons I dropped out, and for the past year or year and a half I had just been showing up for the dinner and then going home.
Tonight, during the announcements before the meal, they mentioned that a new handbell choir was forming. FUMC has had handbells for many decades – the bells themselves are 40 years old, although they were recently refurbished and have new handles and what have you.
I don’t know what made me decide to show up for the handbell choir, but I did. We have kids and a few adults. Dulcie Davis, an elementary school principal, is our director. Her mother and aunt, Ann Spencer and Ardis Caffey, are also there to help, and they’ve been involved with the handbells for generations. We have both children and adults in the choir. I think there were 18 of us behind the table tonight.
Dulcie suggested that John Hendren, Allen Doyle and I play the heaviest bells, down at the low end.
I’ve never had any musical talent. I taught myself to play the harmonica a few years ago, and I keep meaning to get serious about it, but I never stick with it and all I know are about 3 songs and some blues riffs that you can put together randomly. I’ve always envied those with musical or artistic talent.
Anyway, tonight we focused on the basics – how to treat the handbells, the basic circular motion and wrist snap, and what have you. Even so, I didn’t feel like I was doing very well. I would be trying to ring both of my bells at the same time and would hear or feel them hitting separately. Dulcie tries to treat this very seriously, for everyone’s benefit, and I hope I can get better in the next few weeks.
I had to call North Carolina as soon as I got home from church, and tell my sister-in-law what I had done.
“You’ll enjoy it,” she said.
“If I don’t,” I answered, “I’m blaming you.”