Windbags and Bagpipes - by Jannie

I remember living on Minton and each of the sisters would individually take some time to practice singing. We sang with feeling, so sometimes we got a little loud – especially since the vaulted ceilings and wide walls reverberated the sound so well. Jayson liked things quiet. So he'd come out of his bedroom (which was also conveniently close to where the piano was) and tell whomever it was to STOP SINGING, or at least sing softer because he couldn't think with us singing so loudly. But then he would turn around and practice the bagpipes in his bedroom. Being a very new beginner, the bagpipe drones were out of tune and the bag wasn't always filled with air - so usually it sounded like a dying cow...a really LOUD dying cow. So then when he complained about our noise, we would argue that he had no room to speak. At least our "noise" sounded like music and we weren't nearly as loud as he was anyway.

One day, Charity was practicing her singing. Maybe Summer was practicing. Actually, I think it happended to me too, but anyway Somebody was practicing singing - and naturally it was loud. She was so caught up in the feeling of the song that she didn't hear Jayson sneaking out of his bedroom. And in the middle of a climactic note, Jayson crept up right behind her blew his bagpipes with all his strength! She half screamed half yelled as she whirled around, wide-eyed and shocked. But in a split second, her shock turned to fuming anger as Jayson doubled over in laughter. She started coming after him yelling – and he half ran away, half staggered away because he was laughing so hard.

Ah, the joys of a musical Scottish family.