“Do you think you’ll want your cello?” I asked my son many months ago. Apartment living, graduate school, working and four small children didn’t allow much space or time for music.
The local high school happily accepted my donation. I added a saxophone and oboe my daughter had played, and bags of sheet music, boxes of reeds, and other accessories accumulated over the years of participation in school band and orchestra.
Culling through the stacks of music, glancing at tattered notebooks from various teachers, I remembered the many hours spent driving to lessons, bringing forgotten instruments to school, and the many concerts we proudly attended every winter and spring.
Our children took piano lessons and each one selected a a band instrument in 4th grade. Our eldest played bass clarinet, which he still has and picks up for fun now and then. Through the music programs, we joined a community at the high school and town. Our sons participated in marching band all four years of high school and we attended not only football games to cheer them on but also competitions in far-flung corners of the state, joining other parents clanging cowbells and other noisemakers when our team took the field.
Our cello- playing son moved to Israel last week. He and his wife brought his trumpet and her saxophone, but said no to the cello. Hopefully they’ll find some time to make music in their new home.
We unloaded the car and carried the instruments into the band room, leaving them against a wall with other instruments awaiting students when school opens. New fingers will play these instruments; other families will take pride in their children’s musical prowess.
I did however keep one of my daughter’s oboes. I’d called her former teacher and asked if she taught adults. I can read music, having taken piano, but have always wanted to be in a band. There are many community orchestras nearby and I’m hoping I can get good enough to join one day.