Thursday, June 22, 2017


Short, but true. Events that happened....but were fleeting, and really don't lend themselves to a that has a beginning and a middle and an end. Stuff that just happened.....and have parked themselves somewhere in the back of my brain.  But, moments I've never forgotten.

For example, the black fellow my Mom had hired to do yard work that summer day.  I was practicing my violin and was having some difficulty with an exercise that was obviously written for a student more advanced than I was.....when the  yard man stopped what he was doing and spoke to me through the open window ...and said, "You're playing that  wrong.  Instead of  staying in the "first position"'s meant to be played in the "Third position."  Also, he said, "the fifth bar is all staccato and should be bowed in short strokes."

And he continued cutting our lawn.