My Background Information

When I was a child, my second grade teacher had an old player piano in our school room, which fascinated me when it ďplayedĒ itself.I wanted to make music just like that, but I didnít think Iíd ever have my own piano.I nagged my parents to have a piano, but we didnít have enough money to spare to buy one.In November of that year my maternal grandparents were tragically killed in a head on car accident, which devastated me and my family.However, my dream to have my own piano was finally realized a couple of years later, through the money we received from the inheritance my grandparents left my mother.I have always felt deeply indebted to my grandparents and my parents for providing me the opportunity to have a piano to play.


When I did get my piano, I was very disappointed at first, because it didnít play by itself like the one in my class.I soon found out that it would take a lot of learning and practicing to be able to play the piano, after I started taking lessons.However, when I finally learned the fundamentals, I couldnít keep away from the piano.I would excitedly run home from school everyday andplay my favorite pieces.The piano had taken over my life, and I loved it.


As a teenager, I would lull my father to sleep on Sunday afternoons playing the hymns.I would imagine that I was playing the organ for church like our ward organists at that timeóRobert Manookin and Verena Hatch.Eventually, I got the opportunity to play a small organ for Junior Sunday School and the piano for MIA.When I was 10, I even played a short hymn for Sacrament Meeting during the Primary Presentation.That was probably the most frightening experience of my young life, as I tried in vain to keep my nervous leg from jiggling on the pedal as I played.I remember the tremendous sense of relief when I was finished.


While attending BYU, I was asked to accompany a male quartet, who sang for various church and college activities around the county and state.I also played background music for a BYU fashion show, as well as served as Relief Society pianist and substituted for Sacrament Meeting for my BYU ward.


When I got married in 1970, I missed not being able to play as much, since I didnít have access to a piano.My parents told me that once we got our own home, I could have the piano.So, I was left piano-less.


When my oldest child was a baby, I was called to be the Stake Relief Society organistóalthough I told them I didnít know how to play the organ.The Stake Relief Society president said that I could play the piano for our meetings until I did learn how to play the organ, and suggested that I contact our ward organist, Douglas Bush, to get help.The thought of playing the organ scared me to death.It seemed like such a complicated instrument to play, and so, because of my fears and also because of the demands of having a new baby, I didnít take organ lessons at that time.


Later, when my oldest children were small and we were living in an apartment, I would walk with them (we didnít have a car at the time) to my parentís home to practice for Primary, since I was the pianist--a position I held in different wards for about 12 years.


In 1981, when I was expecting my fourth child, I was asked by our stake if Iíd like to take a six-week organ course.My first thought was to turn down the offer, but then a little voice told me to tell them I would take the course.I didnít know what I was getting myself into, and I had no way to practice, since I couldnít get into the church to practice.So, I got creative.I made myself a ďpedalboardĒ out of paper strips and placed them on the floor.The only keyboard I had was my daughterís toy organ that she got for Christmas, which only had about an octave and a half.So, after placing the ďorganĒ on our kitchen table, I would practice with one hand and then the other, and then try to get my feet to hit the right strips of paper on the floor.I was determined to learn how to play the organ.


When the course started, there were about 7-8 of us.When the course ended, there were only two of us who stuck it out.I went to D.I.ís to find some kind of shoes I could use to wear to play the organ.They werenít the best, but they worked.


As part of the course, we were to play for Sacrament Meeting.This was a terrifying moment for me, and brought back my fears as a ten year old, but my teacher, Geoffrey Myers, quoted the scripture to me that ďIf ye are prepared, ye shall not fear.ĒThis helped.I have always tried to apply that principle.



I learned a lot from that course, but I wasnít given the opportunity to play the organ for six years.Then in 1987, when Douglas Bush was in our stake presidency (this was ironicallyin a different stake than the other one where he was our ward organist), the new Bigelow tracker organ was installed in our chapel through his efforts.

Since our organist had moved, I was first called to be ward organist in January of 1987, before the organ was completely installed.There was just a huge whole in the wall.I felt that this would be a temporary situation, and that after the organ was completed, a real organist would be called.That never happened.


At the time, my husband and I began playingbackground music for weddings.He plays the acoustic guitar, and I played our Casio, which at the time we thought had great sounds.Wanting to provide a better sound in Sacrament Meeting than just using a piano since the organ hadnít been finished, we got the permission of the bishop for me to play my Casio using the organ sound.One Sunday, a member of the bishopric came up and asked me if this was the new organ.I just kinda chuckled inside.


As I watched, week after week, the Bigelow tracker organ being completed, I became acutely aware of the responsibility that was soon to be upon me, and I was overwhelmed.It was a beautiful instrument, and I knew the expectations were high from the members in my ward to play it well, because of the sacrifice they and other stake members had made to raise funds to build it.After not touching an organ for more than six years, I could hardly remember which pedal was which, let alone know how to use the stops.


Therefore, feeling very inadequate in my calling, I sought to upgrade my skills. I was fortunate to meet Carol Dean, who became my organ teacher. She eventually encouraged me to become a member of the Utah Valley Chapter of the American Guild of Organists. Starting in 1990, I began serving as Secretary / Newsletter Editor and now maintain the chapter website.Through my association with AGO, I have been able to meet many wonderful organists.

In 1993 after one of our AGO meetings, a group of us organists began talking about the need to put together some kind of reference list for organists, so that they can more easily find hymn arrangements and free accompaniments to play for prelude and postlude and for congregational singing. After waiting for someone to compile such a list, I decided, out of desperation in 1994, to make a list of my own of the arrangements I had. Word of my list got out among the members of my AGO chapter, and soon others wanted a copy. Since that time, I have been able to gather more and more information, and my list has grown from 20 pages to almost 500!

The compilation included an alphabetical list of hymns in the LDS hymnal, key, time signature, hymn tune, author and composer of the hymn, and list of the arrangements available for each hymn with arranger, page number, title of the book, and key. Also included is a list of collections by arranger, a list of hymns by key, and a list of music publishers (addresses, phone numbers, faxes, e-mail, and websites).

Through the advertising help of LaVonne VanOrden, editor of "Staff Notes," and teachers at the BYU Workshop on Church Music, I received requests from LDS organists from all over the USA and Canada. Richard Elliott, Salt Lake Tabernacle Organist, suggested that I put my list on the internet. So, in 1999, with the help of my then 17-year old, computer wizard son, Ethan, I have been able to provide this service.

Since this is an on-going project, I plan to continue to update the information. So, if you know of any arrangements that are not on my list, or of any other resources you would like to see added to my web site, please e-mail me at dstone at, so that I can add them.


I hope this web site will be a helpful resource for you.


--DeeAnn Stone

Note: On April 28, 2002, I was released as ward organist after serving for 15 years, but once an organist, always an organist.