A Present from Mother
Saturday, November 10, 2012
When I was roughly middle-school aged, I played the soprano recorder for a few years. I went to a very small school at that time (never had more than 6 people in my grade) so we didn't really have a band and certainly not an orchestra, but we had a small singing group and I ended up playing as often as singing. I also played for some non-school related stuff. The whole time that I played the soprano I wanted an alto. I was just interested in the different sound. I don't remember now whether I played in ninth grade, but I definitely quit playing after I changed schools for 10th grade.
I've been at my mom's house in Pennsylvania for most of this week. Yesterday we spent some time cleaning the living room and while we were in there my mom handed me a zippered case. I didn't have to open it very far to see that it contained a recorder. It was only later that I realized that its an alto. I'm not sure that my mom realized it was an alto and I'd be amazed if she remembered that I wanted one, but she saw the recorder and thought of me, which was sweet of her, all by itself.
I wonder how many people I can manage to annoy by trying to learn how to play it? (she also gave me an instruction book)