My mothers’ family was gifted with beautiful voices and the ability to play musical instruments. My Dad’s family, not so much, they sang enthusiastically but flat. I always wanted to play the piano so… when Alek took lessons so did I. This ended when we moved to Fresh Meadows as the house did not have the room for the piano. Alek still made music in the school band playing the baritone horn. The darn thing is a baby tuba. After the first practice session he played in his room. He was quite a good player but really a baritone horn is LOUD.
Those days are long gone and a new generation has arrived. Little Katherine has a very good voice and rhythm looks forward to the music lessons she will start in the third grade. They start the kids with the recorder to learn the notes. Tom is in the third grade and has started. I thought “This is nice.” Well I was wrong. Tom now must practice in the guest room. The piercing sound of the recorder is worse than the baritone horn.
My son Alek gave Katherine a recorder for Christmas. Now I have squeaking coming from two recorders. Isn’t this just ducky. Perhaps this is revenge for making him practice in his room.
I love music, recorder practice does not qualify.