New Student

When I was seven years old my parents gave me the gift of piano lessons--probably one of the best gifts I have ever been given. I don't remember how old I was when I first had the desire to teach piano, but by my early teens I was dabbling in teaching. By the time I was fifteen I was teaching for real. I always loved doing it except for the time when I got up to forty-four students--kinda took the joy out of it. It was a great way to add to the family income and still be able to be home with my little children.

I taught my own children with varying degrees of success, but many times I had to send them to their grandparents' homes so that they had access to a piano to practice on.

As the years passed the thing that allowed me to stay at home began to tie me down instead, so I determined that it was time to cut back. As students moved or quit I just didn't take any new ones and I completely did away with my waiting list. I kept just one family and promised to teach all of their girls until they were done with me.

Once again things have changed. I now have grandchildren old enough to begin learning to play the piano and I find myself with the opportunity to introduce that generation to the joys of having music in their lives. For the first time in awhile I have taken on a new student--my nineyear old grandson, Brandon. So far he's doing very well and likes it so much. Hopefully his enthusiasm will last for years to come.