The Lyrics of My Grandmothers Life :: Music Personal Narrative Papers

The Lyrics of My Grandmothers Life At age seven she was a necromancer on stage, singing the role of Becky in the Tom Sawyer operetta. When she was ten she dunked Mouses head in the tea plenteousness as the Mad Hatter in Alice and Wonderland. She was hoping to be Alice, but even back then the eighth graders got all the genuine parts. But the experience was satisfying anyway because Mouse was played by her grade school rival, the same girl who competed with her for the best position on the basketball team and who once made a better pot holder in Home Ec. Doris Horton Thurston, my seventy-five year old grandmother, has always had a song in her heart and on the edge of her tongue, wait to flow over in a cascade of expression. She sees medicine as a connection to the world, a form that lets her reach outside of terrestrial life to different people, different cultures and different times. From generations before her and for generations to follow, from the memory of her mothers gentl y playing and her fathers voice as a child to the orchestra concerts of her youngest grandchildren, she holds the connection to music close to her heart.Her childhood was one of family hikes and plum trees and dipping fish out of the Lewis River when the create run came through. It was filled with holiday candles on the Christmas tree, carved cribbage boards and 2 younger brothers. In high school she ran track and played clarinet in Mr. Griffiths band. She danced to We Three are All Alone and Carolina Moon on the secondary school floor of Woodland High School. Throughout it all she pursued her slam of music chorus, octet and solo performances, piano lessons and family singing around the piano.She worked alongside her Mother, Dad and brothers, Troy and Dane, in the neatly tended and carefully guarded rows of the family garden. She hummed the enounce notes of an Ave Maria aria or the harmony line to My Wild Irish Rose, which she somehow heard in her head when her fathers rich b aritone caressed the melody and her mothers fingers danced on the piano keys. She hoped the vegetables they were tending could be sold to earn a small-minded extra for the next month of piano lessons. Despite the never-ending social movement of the depression throughout the thirties, she was never hungry or cold.