I just visited my friend, Lavinia over at Birdbath Chronicles and, low and behold, she gave me an award. I feel so honored. I haven't been doing this blogging deal for very long and so it is especially wonderful to me. As soon as I get the award on my site I will pass it along, but of course, I am going to think hard about who I will send it to. If you haven't been to Lavinia's site you need to hurry over. She has great stuff all the time. I have learned about art and history and lots of other things, plus she is a great writer and has traveled lots and has stories that just draw you in.
I must tell you that I had a great weekend with Avery. Yesterday we were riding along and she asked me about musical instruments that I learned to play. She is taking piano lessons and her daddy bought her a guitar and she is teaching herself to play it. She wants her own band someday and she writes songs so the guitar playing will come in especially handy.
Anyway, she asked me about my experiences with instruments and I must put this in at the beginning......If you play or love accordions, then please don't be offended. This was just my little experience. It was 50 years ago and I was eight years old. My parents loving Mr. Lawrence Welk, wanted their little girl, Patty, to be an accordion player. I was meek and tended to want to make my parents happy...so I went along with this whole dream for them....for a while.
I would go to this neighbor's house for lessons and the woman told me I could take the accordion home and practice with it to decide if this would be for me. I can't imagine how my face must have looked when she brought it out and I saw this huge instrument with silver decorations all over it. It was gigantic for a child. Plus, it had this odor like it had been sitting in the carrier for a long time. I still can smell it if I close my eyes. Of course, I don't try to think of how it smelled because it makes me want to swallow a lot to keep from vomiting. Well, for three weeks I went to the neighbor's house and struggled with holding this monster accordion and I didn't get very far with it or very good. All that business with the pulling in and out while playing keys was just too much for my brain.
Three weeks after my introduction to the world of music I broke my arm. Yes, I fell off my bike and had a compound fracture. I remember telling my daddy that I just didn't think this was all going to work out and he looked so sweet when I told him. He didn't get angry and thinking back on it, he was probably sick of lugging it back and forth.
Avery and I laughed about my short musical career, that I hadn't thought of in years. That's a special thing about grandchildren...they help you remember awkward and humorous times in your childhood. Who knows, if I would have stayed with it maybe I could have been a famous accordion player in a polka band? or not.
Did you have any false starts with musical instruments?