tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502112871993174034.post5667805118695726353..comments2023-09-24T09:25:28.616-07:00Comments on Moonrose Meanderings by Elizabeth Munroz: Fiddle Sticks 1957Elizabeth Munrozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077325324751999863noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502112871993174034.post-27592430156159842372010-03-14T15:54:35.665-07:002010-03-14T15:54:35.665-07:00What a neat story. Thank you for sharing it with m...What a neat story. Thank you for sharing it with me. Andrew decided he wanted to join the band at the end of his fifth grade year. So when they tested out instruments on him they told him that the trombone would be a good one for him to play. He loves playing it...and even his brother and sister find themselves wanting to play. I am proud of him and his decision to play and instrument and learn music. He often reminds me of myself when I was learning to play the piano and later when I was in the High School choir. He walks around the house, the grocery store, the block, humming his part of the music. My piano playing never amounted to anything, as my grandfather and my mom and uncles all played music by ear. I learned to read music, but still have that urge to play it how I hear it. So I am proud that Andrew has taken on music, learned the notes and can play the way he does.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com