Wherein Marsha Ward (the founder of American Night Writers Association) and a few of her friends blogged about Life, the Universe, and their place in the World of Writing and Publishing. This blog is now dormant.
Apr 29, 2007
Walking on Water
by Liz Adair
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Liz,
ReplyDeleteHow very fortunate those young people are to have you for their seminary teacher. I experience something similar when I play...I can practice the piece so well that I have it memorized, but once someone else is in the room...the notes seem to move all over the page, like so many hurried ants.
I saw my seminary teacher last night for the first time in decades...What a joy! Doug still remembers that man checking him (Doug)out when we got engaged, and making certain that I was going to be well cared for...Doug claims I had half a dozen "Dads."
I know teaching seminary is a challenge, but what a rewarding calling. You rock, Liz!
oh...btw..I just finished reading The Snakewater Affair...what fun! It is well written. I really enjoyed reading it.
How could I not love this blog, Liz, I am more and more amazed each day--well, at least weekly or monthly--at our parallels. (Since I'm much the elder, I suppose I could say I set the example.) The setting is different, but the results similar--except you tell a much better story.
ReplyDeleteI started piano lessons when I was five. That was alo the year we began moving into a hotel in Rigby ID, for the bulk of the school year. I had a piano to play except in the three or four months we were back on the farm. When the farm-time extended to the full year, my teacher moved. Now and again, Mother found another instructor willing to teach me, so my only excuse is that books were more important to me than learning to read music.
Mother still persisted. She bribed me with, "Lolly, would you like to practice now or help me with the dishes?" That accounts for what little I learned.
I've yet to approach being good, but during all our moves, lacking as I am, I've often been the best available. Once at a servicemen's district conference in Japan, the situation was desperate enough to ask me to play the organ. Someone pointed out the sttings, and I managed the opening song. Then, somewhere, somehow, I inadvertently touched a set key, and I introduced the next song with a blast that almost blew the roof off.
I also taught early morning seminary for a short while in Oklahoma.
One big difference is that I always did better if I memorized, and thus could ignore the page.
Anna
Yes, Anna, I'm constantly seeing parallels, too. Neither of us can tell something succinctly.
ReplyDeleteI hope, if I'm still around 20 years hence I have as much wisdom as you.
I'm soooo glad you're working dilligently on your biography.