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Spring recitals, then and now
♪♪♪♬♫♪♩♪♪♪♪♪♬♫♪♪♪♪♪♬♫♪♩ When I took piano lessons as a kid, recitals were a big deal. Memorized piece, new dress, public auditorium or church endowed with a good piano. The city arts center where my first teacher held her recitals contrasted with the dark and smelly living room where she gave lessons. My highly-organized second teacher’s home…
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May memories, Mayhap, May help
When I was little–four or five–we used to hang May Baskets from the doorknobs of elderly neighbors. My mother instigated this, of course, but I enjoyed filling the construction paper cones with garden flowers, placing the surprise, ringing the bell and running away. It’s not a tradition I ever tried to continue with my children.…
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First Day of Spring
Podrán cortar todas las flores pero no acabarán con la primavera–they can cut all the flowers but they won’t do away with spring– Lapachos in bloom I wonder how long I’d have to live in the southern hemisphere for September to mean springtime to me. I do associate September with beginnings– new school year, time…