Gratitude Starts at Home
Since 1986 I have lived in a small town on the north coast of the Olympic Peninsula in Western Washington. It’s the kind of place where you aren’t invisible or anonymous for too long especially if you are the piano teacher which I was for many years. I taught scores of kids out here.
A few months ago musician and longtime friend Loran asked if I would consider speaking on something pie related at his local Sons of Norway lodge. I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Over the months I thought about what I would do and settled on a presentation about the path on which Pie (with a capital “P”) has led me. This is a path on which I continue to be so blessed to journey. I brought a few readings, presented a pie slideshow, and answered some pie making questions. The evening was topped off by a pie and ice cream social with pies made by members. There were some really good ones too that the approximately 45 people who showed up enjoyed!
A flood of picture memories took me by surprise as I came into the hall. It was here that I took my son to afternoon ballet classes and stood in the foyer with the other moms peering through the French doors watching our young babes learn the discipline of the bar, execute pas de chat, and gleefully gallop as wild Lippizaners around and around the room under the tutelage of Miss Sylvia. I traded for his classes by playing for Sylvia’s advanced classes with girls en pointe. It’s the same thing that my mom did for me so I could take classes.
It was here that I brought Libana, a women’s group from Cambridge MA, in the early 1990’s for a sold out workshop of global choral music. My girlfriends and I loved singing many of the rounds and songs the group had recorded so much so that I had already started and was facilitating a women’s song circle. For many of us raising young families, Full Circle Song Circle was a chance not only to sing, but an opportunity each week for us to carve out a bit of time in our busy lives to share laughter and smiles with one another. How tender and sweet those memories are.
Tonight was special for me because it was a way for me to give back to this loyal community who bestowed upon me the honor and privilege of teaching young pianists each week. Along with teaching scales, chords and arpeggios, I hoped to instill a lifelong love of music. For my effort, I received the hard earned dollars of their parents which, as a single mom, was very appreciated—this put food on our table, clothes on our backs, and a roof over our heads.
So on this cold and drizzly night I give a big thank you to Port Angeles. I am grateful that You continue to be there for me and mine.