Okay - - - so it’s a woodwind recorder rather than something from the brass family. But it’s mine and it makes music.
Years ago I played clarinet beginning in fifth grade through the first year of college. Thinking I might never need it again, I sold it. However, when God has put the desire to make music in your heart, it is hard to quench.
I tried to learn piano since we had an old used piano for our girls when they took lessons. The only problem is when you have only known Treble Clef all your life, it is difficult to make your mind (and hands) play Treble and Bass simultaneously.
Singing in church choirs was great until 20 years ago when I got nodules on my vocal chords. Yes, those are caused by talking too much and generally with tension or stress. Yes, there was a reason for all that but that’s a story for another day. The good news was (per doctor's orders) healing was accomplished by me NOT talking for six weeks - - but to this day, I can only sing one octave and SOMEtimes I stay on pitch!
Missing being able to “make a joyful noise” led me to purchase this with Christmas money. I know the fingering for five notes and can play through the first book. I still have to get my embouchure correct to prevent squawking but I am enjoying it. Once I am proficient, it will be replaced with one made of wood. Just don’t ask the cats or my family what they think of my present abilities.
- - - and an update on the weather, etc. The main roads are clear. The subdivision is horrendous. However, we can get out if we are careful. My husband returned to work today but I don’t go back until tomorrow. People are working on clearing the church parking lot today. Here is a picture of it during the Christmas snow storm.























