
"People are still talking about the concert. It's hard to put into words the universal enjoyment of and appreciation for the concert, but here is a sample:
The concert
was a historic for our church, the
best attended and most positively
received event we have ever had.
Immediately after the concert, one
person asked "How soon can we book
this group again.?"
Another asked, Where can I find their schedule so that I can hear them again"
A member of the church wanted to book them for a concert at a church in Hartford.
People were deeply impressed by the group's skill, enthusiasm, and friendliness. People loved being included through the sing along with Silver Bells and the question and answer time. It was a night when not only the church but the whole community seemed to feel closer as a result of your program."
- Bill Kirkpatrick
Somers Congregational Church
Somers, CT
Our Handbell Choir
Shoreline Ringers, Inc. is a community handbell choir
formed as a Connecticut non-profit corporation in September
2006. Our goals are to support the continued development of the
art of handbell ringing and promote the ringing of handbells as
a legitimate musical art form while educating audiences and
increasing their knowledge and appreciation of handbell music
through our concert performances. Our handbell ringers, some of whom
direct other handbell choirs, have a breadth of ringing
experience, and have come together to learn a more advanced
repertoire.
A True Story
by Jean Degan and Kristen Russo
Really, I can't make this stuff up
The story of why J & K were late for
rehearsal on Wednesday
Kristen arrived at Jean's house and we were
ready to leave by 4:15. Perfect timing for a leisure ride
to Ledyard.
We drive to get back on the highway and
discovered you cannot get back on the highway in the same
direction that we needed to go. So, no problem, we get on
the highway the "wrong" way, make a U-turn at the end of the
ramp and now go back the "correct" way! This only brought
us out of the way about a mile and a half. At this point,
we are in New Britain at 5 PM. We are now not on the
leisure schedule we thought we had. As we continue around
Hartford, the traffic (Thank God) was moving fairly well.
Kristen said that she needed gas and would stop in Colchester
where she knew there was a station just off the highway.
Things were good. We got off the highway and found the gas
station--closed. We continued on the same road and
found another (very expensive) gas station--open. Kristen
was able to fill up and then we turned around to head back to
the highway.
Here's the fun part...
I'm playing with my phone and not watching until Kristen
says "HARTFORD! No!" (well she said something
similar to that) At this point I look up and realize
we are on the ramp heading for Rte. 2 north to Hartford.
So in my infinite wisdom, I say "Just back up. There's no
one coming." Kristen decides to do this although she was
not comfortable and was reviewing the rules of the road in her
head about backing up on a highway ramp etc. Things
were OK until a truck started coming onto the ramp. The
truck couldn't get by so Kristen moves forward to the side of
the road. Then the truck puts on his flashing
lights!!!! At this point, we both used words
that we don't use in church (often). The nice young
man pulled along side Kristen and asked if she were OK.
When Kristen reassured him she was and that she knew what she
was doing, he told her to be careful -- with whatever she was
doing that night!!! (safe ringing?)
So we laughed for quite some time as she continued to back off
the ramp. We then continued to where we thought the
entrance ramp should be for the opposite direction and just like
New Britain, there was no entrance ramp. A few more words
were spoken of the not-so-churchlike- vocabulary. We
turned around again, continued past both the closed and open gas
stations, through downtown Colchester around 5:30 now with a few
other cars(!). We got to the highway and finally felt that
we were on our way. We'll be a little late but it won't be
too bad.
We get on Rte. 2 and....now what?
Down to one lane for paving. We sat on Rte. 2, looked at
each other and said, we are NOT going to make it!
When we walked in to rehearsal at 6:30
instead of 6PM, it was not the time to regale you with our
latest adventure. Remember, we are the ones who couldn't
find Camp Wightman either. If you're ever looking for an
adventure, be sure to hook up with us. It's never dull.
Sorry Robin and Michael. We'll try again next week. I think we'll leave Bristol at noon for the 3 PM rehearsal on Sunday.
Hope to see you there on time!
:-)









