Note #11

I love music! Music speaks to my soul in a way that words alone are unable to do. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of singing while seated in the back seat of the car. Whenever we traveled, we sang.

From an early age, I was intrigued by the piano, teaching myself to play simple songs from our neighbor's John Thompson books before finally beginning piano lessons at the age of seven. Mrs. Oleson lived just down the block. Every week, I'd walk to her home for my 30-minute piano lesson, come straight home and immediately learn next week's songs so I wouldn't have to practice. Fortunately, I did display a little talent, so after Mrs. Oleson quit teaching, I learned from Mrs. Perry, and finally from Dr. Bates at the college.

However, my best piano teacher sits in the church pew in front of me each Sunday. His name is Jerry.

Dear Jerry,

There is no way I can ever repay you for taking me out of my "piano comfort zone" and encouraging me to accompany the men's gospel quartet. To say I was overwhelmed and anxious when practices started would be an understatement. To admit that I grew to enjoy the experience would be the truth. Learning how to chord and improvise made me a much better musician. I can never thank you enough for all you've taught me.

Thank you for sharing your talents and love of music,
Jill