She's been playing cello for over seventy-five years. And hey! Tomorrow is her birthday! Happy birthday, Mom.
On Saturday, Delia and I went to a music store to get her new cello that we will be renting so that she can start playing in the school orchestra.
We chose a 1/2 size instrument for her. I broke into a smile as she plucked a string and then tentatively drew the bow across. That sound brought back a thousand dear memories for me of my mother playing the cello. Mom started when she was ten years old, too, and she has been playing for over sixty-five years. She played in the Evanston (Illinois) symphony orchestra, going to rehearsals on Tuesday nights, and playing in several concerts each year. Attending those concerts was an important part of my own musical education. The sound of Mom's playing was a constant through my childhood. She sat in the living room by the piano, her eyes alight as she practiced, patiently going over runs again and again. To this day, I love the sound of the cello, so close to the nuances of the human voice, because it reminds me so of my mother, and all that her music brought to our lives.
I am thrilled that Delia has chosen to play the cello. If she sticks with it, I will certainly look forward to her playing duets with Fiona on violin. I expect Mom will give Delia a cello lesson when she is up visiting later this month.
Did your parent play an instrument? Did he or she teach you? Tell me how music has been a part of your family.
We chose a 1/2 size instrument for her. I broke into a smile as she plucked a string and then tentatively drew the bow across. That sound brought back a thousand dear memories for me of my mother playing the cello. Mom started when she was ten years old, too, and she has been playing for over sixty-five years. She played in the Evanston (Illinois) symphony orchestra, going to rehearsals on Tuesday nights, and playing in several concerts each year. Attending those concerts was an important part of my own musical education. The sound of Mom's playing was a constant through my childhood. She sat in the living room by the piano, her eyes alight as she practiced, patiently going over runs again and again. To this day, I love the sound of the cello, so close to the nuances of the human voice, because it reminds me so of my mother, and all that her music brought to our lives.
I am thrilled that Delia has chosen to play the cello. If she sticks with it, I will certainly look forward to her playing duets with Fiona on violin. I expect Mom will give Delia a cello lesson when she is up visiting later this month.
Did your parent play an instrument? Did he or she teach you? Tell me how music has been a part of your family.