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My Oma always liked to repeat the story of a winter that my family spent in Berlin. One of the mornings, I sat and listened to my dad practice in a church near her home in Tempelhof.
Later that evening, we attended a Christmas concert at the Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtnis Kirche, something modern and jarring. As we walked out Oma asked me what I thought of the concert. Family lore holds that I pondered the question carefully, then pronounced in German with much authority:
"My Daddy plays better."

Man, it's like Christmas on ELF's blog! So many goodies - beautiful photos, videos and even a precious childhood story! I would pay good money to be able to pound away at that organ for even a single minute...
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