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Sing a Song of Sixpence.

For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot about school lately. Doesn’t that just make you want to read on? No worries, the memories are all good — and very musical.

The elementary school I attended had eight grades and three classrooms, which equals a grand total of three teachers. Although we had “music class” from time to time, our mostly non-musical teachers struggled through these.

Occasionally, musical specialists visited, including  Keith Bissell, who introduced us to the Orff Method of music. I loved every moment, but they were few and far between. I doubt you can imagine my delight when, in Grade Six, a bright musical light entered our young lives at Hillside Public School.

What follows is a piece I wrote about the wonderful Frances McShane for the Word Weaver, a publication of the Writers’ Community of Durham Region.

The words are so glowing that I’m sure you’ll accuse me of embellishment — that the choir was much better in my memory than in reality — but I have proof! Or had. My lovely mother recorded most of a Kiwanis Music Festival one year, and as an adult I was amazed at the fine sound of our tiny group compared to the others. How I wish cassette tapes lasted forever. Continue reading “Sing a Song of Sixpence.”