I have many pictures and many thoughts and memories I want to record and share, but to be honest I am feeling somewhat overwhelmed to think of needing to organize myself fully before getting it all down. So I'm not going to organize myself too much. I'm just going to begin.
And please keep in mind that I took all these pictures with my phone and they aren't very good and I feel quite badly about that.
For our junior year homecoming dance the six of us decided that we'd all go together and we'd draw numbers to determine who was whose date. It worked out perfectly. We're holding up the numbers we drew.
If you are very observant you may have noticed my brother, Matt in the plaid shirt. My whole family came to the concert and Matt played the Tuba for a little while at Woodson as well.
As far as the concert, I may or may not have had any business being up there on the stage. I certainly enjoyed myself, but I may not have been worthy of my fellow alumni band members. Many of them have continued to play regularly and several of the 80 or so participants are professional musicians or teachers. And while I do teach my share of beginning/intermediate piano lessons each week, I don't think I was quite up to snuff. Even still, I played my trombone heart out on those songs thinking it might be the last the time I play my trombone like that.
Oh, good band times.
You want to know something that makes me really happy?
Elinor is taking up my trombone and will be doing a summer band program at a local music store this summer. Ahhh, it is music to my ears.
Well, it not really music to my ears yet. In fact it sounds pretty bad. But it will eventually be music to my ears. And I figure someone way back when had to listen to me when I first started. She is giddy with excitement and she played Mary Had a Little Lamb today. How fun for us both!