I really like performing at the seniors centre...a lot of the residents really appreciate it. Some are very moved and tell me very charming stories. A few have asked me to come to their room after I play to look at their memorabilia.
While I'm sure it really brightens their day to listen to me play and for me to visit with them, I'm equally touched by their endearing treasures.
One man showed me his collection of his son's programmes. His son conducted a symphony orchestra for over 30 years and he kept all of the concert pamphlets. He gave one for the upcoming season, which will be his son's final year conducting. He also showed me pictures of his wife and daughter, who are both sopranos.
Another man told me that he carved the wooden ducks in his room by hand. I didn't believe him, so he showed a photo album - of all the dozens of things he's carved and crafted, from baby cribs to cabinets and more.
And this morning, another man took me to his room and showed me his digital piano. He's been trying to learn how to play the piano using beginner books. I told him that one of my teacher's most loyal students started with her 20 years ago - and he started when he was 60! (He's quite an accomplished performer now.)
It's the simple moments like these that really make my day! :)
0 comments (thanks! I love 'em):
Post a Comment
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement
Of their unthinking drums.
- Emily Dickinson