Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Magic Flute

As a fourth grader, Punkin' Pie was invited to join the band at school. There was a band demonstration a week or so ago where the students got to see a band in action and to look over the instruments to decide which they might like to try. Punkin' came home with a list of available instruments and instructions on where to go in our town to rent them (and warnings about buying instruments online - I guess there are a fair bit of counterfeit instruments out on the web). When Daddy looked over the list, he mentioned that, when he was little, he played the flute.

"REALLY?!" Punkin' asked.

"Yep," Daddy said. "As a matter of fact, I bet that Grandmom still HAS it."

"REALLY?!? Can we call her? RIGHT NOW?!?"

SO, Punkin' Pie is the new owner of Daddy's flute - all cleaned up and properly fixed and ready to play. This post is written to commemorate the playing of her first "real" song: she's been blowing "Hot Cross Buns" for the last half an hour.

I'm SO glad she didn't choose the trombone...


Anonymous claudia said...

Too cool!!! This is probably the point where you're even more happy that the house is larger!!! A "Music Room" in one of the far reaches may help everyone during the initial learning curve!!!! I remember when my sister was trying to learn opera-I don't think we were as supportive as we could have been, what with saying things like "OH,NO! not that song AGAIN!!" You're right,the instrument makes ALL the difference! When Bert was living here and practicing the harp,my patience was MUCH better.

4:18 PM  
Blogger vanx said...

My Magoo plays the flute. It's such a beautiful instrument. Good luck to the Pie!

12:18 PM  

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