I’m trying to sort out the cupboard that sits beside my piano. Hundreds upon hundreds of music books fall out as I try to extricate just one smallish pile from a shelf. There are books of music of all types from classical pieces that I am no longer able to play, to sheet music of once popular songs, to Play School compilations. All bundled in together. And now I am attempting to make sense of it all and throw away torn and useless pieces as well as fill a box full of music that someone may like to buy at our forthcoming garage sale and, of course, decide which music I simply must keep.
There is so much music from my days as a teacher; from Bananas in Pyjamas, for the little ones, right through to the likes of Ash Grove, for older ones to sing in eisteddfods.
So much singing was done in the days when I was a teacher…and that’s just the other day, really. But there doesn’t seem to be the same amount of music in schools nowadays. It’s a disappointing thought for me.
As a teacher I always liked to “start the day with a song” (in fact many songs usually!) and I always thought it gave a great start to the day. Not so, now, it seems.
When I was newly retired, I visited the local kindergarten and offered myself as a volunteer pianist for the little people to sing along to. I was greeted with a puzzled look. “Play the piano? Piano? What piano?”
It had not dawned on me that a kindergarten would exist anywhere without a piano!
I felt a little foolish and very old fashioned. But what a shame!
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