As I was growing up, there were two groups of people that inspired me the most because of the self-discipline that was required of them to excell: athletes and musicians. Since God did not choose to create or gift me with a single athletic ability worthy of developing, I concluded it would be best that I appreciate the athletic accomplishments of others and focus on the seemingly more realistic goal of becoming a concert pianist.
Unfortunately, my parents couldn't afford music lessons or a piano until I was a teenager, and by then my attention had turned toward other much less admirable adolescent pursuits. Not that I was even gifted with exceptional musical abilities to hone, I simply was no longer enamoured by the disciplined life of an accomplished concert pianist.
Before my teenage decline into laziness and misplaced affections, nothing would thrill me more than a visit to my Aunt Dot's, mother's sweet sister and the proprietor of a piano. Aunt Dot patiently tolerated my endless rounds of "heart and soul" and painful attempts to pick out tunes one wrong note at a time. I thought of my Aunt Dot several times this week when my grandsons were creating "music" on our piano.
Two and half year old Gavin has been making up songs on the piano for months. This week he was joined by his three year old cousin Mason for a spontaneous performance of their short improvisation: "Daddy's Coming Home" and I just happened to have the video on...
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OH my gosh how precious was that - reminds of when my boys were small, I bought a beautiful piano at a garage sale and started taking lessons. Never could practice alone - so I gave it up and let the boys play. Oh the noise, lol!!!!!!!
the best kind of performance :)
Hey Patricia,
Isn't it wonderful you have the piano and they are being exposed to the instrument early on. Who knows what will come of their desires just because they are allowed the freedom to express. It was a precious video... got a kick out of Mason's crescendo at the end ... what a treasure.
Meems
That is so so cute and precious, Patricia. :) A true family heirloom!
My mom made sure my sister and I took piano lessons, and there were days, I'm sure, as we precticed in the little red John Thompson book that it sounded just like that...with instruction!
My favorite song was "From a Wigwam", a pounding song with many flats and sharps that, when played incorrectly, would cause twitches in your fillings. I can still play it, and I think my mom still has a permanent facial tic because of it....
I love this video! I love the uninhibited singing and flourishes, and I clapped at the end!
I can't beleive that you are a Diet Coke starer but not a finisher!! I just love those first few swallows but then I sat them down and forget about them. At the end of the day I stick the unfinished cans in the fridge in hopes I will drink the stale flat coke the next day . . . and so it goes! Glad to know I have someone out there that shares my habit!!
Blessings to you. I love to read about your daughter's trip. What a blessing. I know it was a life changing event for her! And I just love the picture of you and Patsy!! What a treasure.God bless!
That is so so cute and precious, Patricia. :) A true family heirloom!
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