A repost of my most popular story.
Beauty? Or the Beast? |
The world is full of divine music.
Violin music.
And it has my Husby to thank for it.
Maybe I should explain . . .
When Husby was eight, his parents, like many parents have, decided that he should do something . . . musical.
Piano?
Trumpet?
Tuba?
No.
They opted for the violin.
And he agreed.
A small violin was purchased at no small sacrifice for a less-than-wealthy family.
Dutifully, Husby carried it to the home of his chosen violin teacher, Mrs. Baines.
A woman of nearly two hundred years of age.
Okay, probably not quite two hundred.
But to a small boy of eight, a woman in her seventies was truly ancient.
Back to my story . . .
Once a week, throughout the fall and the winter, she taught.
And he learned.
She took him on a slow and careful tour of the violin world.
Demonstrating proper technique.
Bow handling.
Correct finger positions.
Tried to pour into his young mind, her love of all things violin.
He was, admittedly, a slow learner.
She taught.
He struggled.
In the spring, his parents received a phone call.
There would be no more lessons from Mrs. Baines. The poor woman had suffered a fatal heart attack.
Shocked, Husby wondered if he was somehow to blame.
He put his violin away for a while. He needed to think this through.
Thinking lasted throughout the summer.
Finally, in the fall, he consented to try again.
His parents found another teacher.
One who was only one hundred and fifty years old.
Again, they started in.
She taught.
He struggled.
A few months went past.
Another fateful phone call.
Another heart attack.
Not fatal this time, thank goodness. But strong enough that his second teacher was hanging up her baton for good.
Sigh.
This time, when Husby put his violin back into its case, nothing could induce him to remove it.
Nothing.
He was convinced that his playing – or lack thereof – was the reason that both of his violin teachers suffered heart attacks.
That conviction remains to this day.
He takes the argument further.
By hanging up his bow, so to speak, he saved violin teachers everywhere.
Enabling them to continue to teach the bright, talented young people who have grown into the world's foremost violin players.
Thus preserving and ensuring beautiful violin music everywhere.
So when you hear an exquisite piece?
Thank my Husby.
LOL...that makes perfect sense to me.
ReplyDeleteTo me, too! :)
DeleteHe's a self-sacrificing kind of a guy isn't he?
ReplyDeleteGiving it up for the rest of the world! Totally! :)
DeleteWhat a coincidence - at such an impressionable age!
ReplyDeleteIt sure made an impression on him!
DeleteThis gave me goosebumps! Love it!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Chris
Poor little guy! :)
DeleteThat should have been super traumatic for a young boy.
ReplyDeleteIt sure was! I'm certain several of the first teacher's students moved to the second teacher when he did, but he had it all narrowed down to him in his mind. Poor little guy!
DeleteI love the violin even though I don't play. I tried a few times and it wasn't pretty!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you. I play the cello. A bit. Not pretty.
DeleteIt's a shame he never learned, a well played violin is a joy, a beautiful sound indeed. And I love to hear joyful gypsy fiddles in movies.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the violin! Such a versatile instrument!
DeleteI can see why this is one of your popular posts. I think one would be a bit paranoid after two teachers have heart attacks.
ReplyDeleteBlessings for this one!
One. Sad, but okay. Two? Yikes!
DeleteHe must have been very worried; what a shame! Did he ever try a different instrument?
ReplyDeleteHe became very expert at the bass guitar! Loved it!
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