My brother-in-law texted me recently with a “do you remember” question. It was about the songs we dutifully learned as children in the parochial education sector. This led to cheerful texting banter about those cherished songs which we still remember and to which we know the words! How many years later?
That’s why I laughed when I saw this delightful comment on musical education of yore. I never did learn the recorder, but there are two of them in my piano bench – or there were – from my own children’s elementary years. (Where are they now? They might still be there. Another place I should investigate one of these days.)
So I can’t play a tune for you, but I can sing all the verses of “Joy is Like the Rain.” Here’s to good memories.
