Since I was out in the backyard digging in the flower bed (digging up sunflower seedlings), I almost missed my piano student. I thought it was five… it was six. This daylight savings time makes me lose track of the time.
Right now I am up to four students!! Yippee! I love it.
It’s so much fun to watch it come together as they learn to play. And the books now are great; gets them moving on the piano with both hands right away.
My mom started me taking piano lessons when I was seven or eight. Mrs. Jennings from Junction gave me lessons every Saturday. When Darla started taking lessons — (Dar, tell that story) —
I would get to watch TV during her lesson. There was always one of those weird Saturday movies on, a Japanese movie with dubbed in English, black and white, something like that. They were great!
Mom made me practice maybe not every day, but often. She wanted me to play piano at church, and when I was around 12, she got her wish. It may have been with one finger a lot of times, but I began playing around then. And so did Vickie Jerrells (now Vickery). Vickie plays the organ (the best I’ve ever heard) and I play the piano. We have played together at church for many, many years now with some intermittent times of playing with other people.
I can see us still playing when we are very old, our hands all gnarled with arthritis, pounding away because we can’t hear, with sour looks on our faces because… well, we’re all old and gnarly. That’s enough reason to look sour!