A New View of Cambridge

My grandparents are visiting us in England right now. It's nice to see your relatives again, but there was a bonus as well. My grandfather, Carey, was a student at Christ's College for 2 years, so he is an alumnus of Cambridge. If you are an alumnus and you would like to come back to Cambridge, you may, with some special privileges. With his special 'former alumni' card, he could take the rest of us could take a tour of some colleges - for free. So we went strolling about King's College Yard and we saw the famous Bridge of Sighs from 50 meters away (if Carey was a St. Johns pupil we could have been on it), and one of his friend's friends (who happened to be a fellow of King's College) took him to the King's College Chapel for a church service. We got to sit in seats that very high standard people would sit in because we were the guests of the fellow of King's College.

The service was great. The priest was very good, and the material was more interesting than most church services I have been to.

But the cherry on top of the whole thing was the choir. Carey said there were contests for boys all over England to be part of that choir. The sound was absolutely amazing. It really made me think of how the human voice could be not just a plain old voice, but an instrument.

After the amazing service, the friend's friend (a.k.a Dr. Keith Carne) was asked by Mom how old the boys in the choir were. He said, "Maybe from ages 8 to 18." Then Mom asked about how if they started from age 8, would they keep singing until 18. "No, they just sing until their voices break." Everyone must have been stunned at this, because throughout the tour of the dining hall of King's College and over the college bridge, no one spoke much (or at least not as much as they had before). However, it was still quite a nice day to have.