Every afternoon the pipers and drummers converge upon Tappan Square in the center of Oberlin... |
... and try to scare away all of the white squirrels. It doesn't work though... |
... for the white squirrels love the bagpipes almost as much as they love harps and nuts. |
Later, the harpers make their pilgrimage to the Giant Weeping Beech Tree. |
We sit beneath the trellis formed by the flowing branches and sing songs-- new songs and old songs, songs that help us remember past years, songs that affirm just how lucky we are to be here, songs that connect to those things very deep inside us that we may not even have a name for... and often, the tears flow. |
This year Kurt joined us. He is a fiddler who has attended OSAS for several years. |
Charlie led us in singing "Happy Are We All Together". We fell in love with this song when he taught it to us last year. |
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