Got milk?

I read the paper and found this choir singing Un flambeau, Jeanette, Isabelle. I bet it's Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella. I kinda love this song. So i got it from the net.

Un flambeau, Jeanette, Isabelle --

Un flambeau! Courons au berceau!

C'est Jésus, bons gens du hameau.

Le Christ est né; Marie appelle!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Que la Mère est belle,

Ah! Ah! Ah! Que l'Enfant est beau!

C'est un tort, quand l'Enfant sommeille,

C'est un tort de crier si fort.

Taisez-vous, l'un et l'autre, d'abord!

Au moindre bruit, Jésus s'éveille.

Chut! chut! chut! Il dort à merveille,

Chut! chut! chut! Voyez comme il dort!

Doucement, dans l'étable close,

Doucement, venez un moment!

Approchez! Que Jésus est charmant!

Comme il est blanc! Comme il est rose!

Do! Do! Do! Que l'Enfant repose!

Do! Do! Do! Qu'il rit en dormant!

Two milkmaids. Milkmaids! cool! How Jeanette and Isabelle went into the composer's mind is a mystery. Could they be his/her children? Or nieces? or lovers? or children he/she wished he/she had?

whomever, it's funny I instantly remember a trip to Kletak. On those days Hermon, Karis, Nelly, (I din remember if K Es came along), Atok (?), Dion (?) camped at Kletak. It was by the river and by the bridge. we went sorta “napak tilas”. I din know and dont remember we did in the footsteps of whom. all I knew, napak tilas belonged to Donald Duck n friends from Napak Tilas Perjalanan Jules Verne (li'l Sem spelled it, Jou-les Vair-nuh).

In the evening or morning, we drank fresh milk. from the cows living next to the tents! i din know who milked them. all i know it was put inside an aluminum pan with black butt because everyone around used wood as fuel. To 'hide' its strong smell, someone mixed it with coffee. I saw the cream separated itself from the rest, forming mini meatballs. Funny. It reminds me of a silly experiment of mixing milk with lime juice. Odd lumps appeared after I stirred the glass. I din drink the milk

What we did was too hard to recall by this old archiving brain. Did we walked through the paths with kak Flora (curly yellow haired Sunday school teacher) or that happened at Gebuk when we did Sunday school outbound? Mas Toton?

then someone in red Hiace (om Darto? or Om Deogenes?) picked us up and drove downtown to Lawang. It was great that I sat next to Mirthe. She was sorta mysterious woman with red hair. She said, “i like this type of hair”. That was like the best compliment for a teenage boy like me. tee hee

thanks to the choir for this friendly reminder. although I din see them performing, I kinda remember the song. Un flambeau Jeanette Isabelle....