Music

I have always had music in my life. Listening, Dancing, Playing.

I remember sitting at the piano and practicing 1/2 an hour a day, every day when I wanted to be out playing or reading. When I grew up I asked my mother, who always wanted to play piano herself, why she made both my sister and I work at it so hard and why she didn't take lessons herself.

She said she couldn't when she was growing up in the depression but knew that we would blame here no matter what she did and so she decided we would know how in spite of ourselves. I will always be grateful for that.

I wasn't the best pupil in the world. I would take lessons for a while and quit.
And then go back for a while and quit again.

But I never quit playing the piano. One of my teachers even offered to arrange a scholarship to Juliard if I wanted it. But I knew that that would mean giving up everything else, so I turned it down.

And then one day, when I was grown and had children of my own, I took lessons again as an adult and found out that I really was good and that it was OK to love making music.

If I could help someone else learn that lesson, I would be happy.

I only want to teach the basic beginning level. I don't like recitals. I want to teach the love of making music.

Interested? Live in Northeast Georgia? email me!