Evidently my experience in kindergarten struck a chord with a number of readers. I guess I wasn’t the only musically-challenged preschooler. Let’s start with Cara:
That was a very cute story! Reminds me of when I got thrown out of marching band for going the wrong way 😉
This made me cry ~ I also had an oblivious kindergarten teacher who smashed my ego…
I LOVE the drawing of little Ed with the cymbals. The look of sheer ecstasy is so endearing. It makes what happens next even more heartbreaking.
Barbara was justifiably incensed:
Ed, no embarrassment here. The teacher was insensitive. Shame on her. I had three little boys and that is not OK!!
This is like the chorus teacher at Lake Air Jr High telling me just to mouth the words, not sing out loud. My very loud voice was usually off-key. Fortunately the choir director at church let me sing out loud anyway.
I still remember not making the 9th grade cheerleading team.
OMG! That brought back a memory. I was relegated to “rhythm sticks” in pre-school. It appeared that I had no musical ability whatsoever, so that was where those of us with this awful disability were put. I was mortally ashamed! To make matters worse, I don’t think I was very adept at those “rhythm sticks” either.
Robert reacts to my blog post about Selma:
This subject strikes a chord with me, and I wanted to write and thank you. I moved to Waco in 1954 at the age of 6 from Kansas City, Kansas, and I thought the Jim Crow part of life in Waco was creepy. I particularly remember the segregated drinking fountains at Baylor Stadium. When you’re a little kid injustice seems impossible to resist, and you just accept it as a bit of unpleasant reality.
Thanks for all your comments.