Day of Music

Clayton (and Eliza) and I spent the day at a music camp for young pianists. I was in music-teacher-heaven and flooded with memories of my own childhood music camp days.
I remember meeting my grandma for licorice ice cream in between music classes and playing in the water fountain. I remember depleting my piggy bank at the university bookstore. I remember my dad surprising us with his new fire-red Fiat convertible - which my mom grumbled about - and which we all piled into for a drive after the recital. Hmmm. . . funny I don't remember anything about the actual music except the time my violin bow got all tangled in my fine tuners backstage. I came out anyway on cue and stood like a statue in playing position - my bow stuck and tangled in it's place. After a while (of nothing) I just bowed and walked off. Lucky for me, everyone still clapped. And I breathed a 4-year-old sigh of relief backstage.

Here are a few pictures of Clayton at music camp. I think he had a good time - even if all he remembers years from now is lunch at the Olive Garden. . .


Master Class with Mrs. Doris

Origami Piano


Orff Class

Theory Class

Moving to Music

"Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm to life and to everything. " - Plato



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