Thirty-Five Years Later
In the market today, I walked down an aisle and glanced over at a middle-aged man and the woman beside him pushing a shopping cart. I couldn't place the man but recognized the somewhat younger woman, a former student. When the fellow started talking, I realized it was her brother, also a one-time student. They both began taking lessons as preteens and stayed with it a couple years.
For the most part, a teacher never really knows what a student is thinking; does he hate his lessons? Some have told me as much. So, then, 35 years later Mark opens up and says he drove his family crazy practicing his broken chords, up and down the keyboard, up and down . . . He thanked me for teaching him how to read music and told me how much music has impacted his entire life. He is currently passing on that love to his children. Little sister, too, expressed her feelings for the brief time we had together during her childhood. Kids grow up and often do become great adults.
Mark loves Vivaldi and listens to the maestro daily. He mentioned La Folia as a favorite. Please click on and experience vicariously the happiness I am feeling now.
It's a great feeling when your students tell you that they appreciate your lessons or your support or both.
Thank you, Wasanelder Once and GrreatTeacher, for your replies. I appreciate the thought behind them.
One former student told me recently that her parents were not particularly interested in her education but I was. I was just doing my job (which I happen to love), and, somehow, she got the good vibes and went on to a successful life and career. I don't recall anything in particular that I said or did, but apparently she did.
Thanks, too, Wasa, for the link. I love the work of Franck, especially The Accursed Huntsman and Symphony in D Minor.
Did not know you too are a musician !
I shall PM you shortly !
Thank you, Tara, for reliving a happy memory for me. I'd all but forgotten about this piece and what it meant to me, a student, and her now deceased father.
The baby of one family watched her two older sisters, both my students, play the piano. They taught her bits and pieces. While the older girls were delightful, their talents were modest. When baby sister got a little older and her sisters were no longer my students, "Mary" started at the piano and became one of my most gifted students.
Her rendition of "Ashokan Farewell" had to be heard to be believed.
I hear you.
I tried to embed the Folk Alley Session with Jay Ungar/Molly Mason, but couldn't.
Neither the Civil War soundtrack.
Paul Roebling's reading of Sullivan Ballou's last letter to his beloved Sarah while Ashokan Farewell played in the background is a real tear jerker.
Thanks for this thread.
You're welcome, Dear Tara!