Thursday, March 26, 2015
Sing it sister!
My 7th grade math/music teacher, Connie Wilson, brought me as much joy as pain. I despised her as much as the math she taught. I just could not "GET" numbers the way I did letters. I won every spelling contest, seek and find, word game, etc.
When she pulled out her pitch pipe and plopped down on the piano bench, I loved being in her music class. We sang old folk songs: Way Down Upon the Suwanee River. What a flashback the first time Bill and I went to Florida and actually crossed that river!
We sang On the Lone Prairie, Old Black Joe, Onward Christian Soldiers, and many other songs which were deemed inappropriate a few years later. Toward the end of class, Mrs. Wilson allowed students to choose songs from our song books. Never failed, we always ended with the anthems to the four branches of military: Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force. Even the kids who only mouthed the words to the other songs, sang with exuberance, and that school room rocked with all of our voices.
"Over hill, over dale, we will hit the dusty trail as those caissons go rolling along ..."
"Anchors away my boy, anchors away..."
"From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli..."
"Upward-upward into the wild blue yonder..."
With all the upheaval and war in the world today, these songs take on a new and uncomfortable meaning. Feeling melancholy and wishing for those simpler times.Spring break is coming soon and the temperature will be rising. I noticed a little blossom on the new red bud tree. Yay!