A letter to my childhood music teacher
Hello, Ms. [Awesome Lady I admire].
I want you to know I think of you often. I still remember your first days at [My] Elementary school. I still sing along to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons: Spring and Henry Purcell’s Trumpet Voluntary. I still remember how to spell Tchaikovsky. I remember everything you taught me on recorder. I have two now, one in C and an alto recorder in F. I still sing many, many of the songs we learned in the music book including the “Wobblin’ Goblin with the Broken Broom," “Old Abram Brown" (when we learned minor keys), and the eagle song I loved so much that you taught me on piano.
I even remember “Bell Horses" and “Tiptoe Through the Tulips" from my first concert with you in first grade. Wow!
I remember experimenting with blue mascara in the back row of [My Junior High] freshman alto section (I hope you’ll forgive me for that!). I still remember my part of Giuseppe Verdi’s Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves for our All Region tryouts that year. I’m so deeply grateful to you for helping [My Best Friend] and I find a way to spend lunch together after the school split our lunches.
I’m grateful for all the pep talks, hall passes, rehearsals, and wisdom you shared with me as I grew up. Thank you for helping me find my way through high school. Thank you so very much for sharing music with me. It’s still so very much a part of my soul.
I still think you’re terribly beautiful, and I’m so very glad I had you as my teacher. Thank you for being one of my most important memories from childhood.
~Dianna
My music teacher started at my elementary school in the middle of my first grade year. As luck would have it, though I moved clear across town, she ended up working at my junior high and was promoted to my high school just as I moved up. She was the single most constant thing in my childhood (Good heavens, you don’t want to know why and how my childhood was otherwise a complete mess). She means a great deal to me, and I just sent her a letter. Shame on me, I haven’t talked to her since I graduated high school… 13 years ago now. Wow. Can’t believe it’s been that long.
If there is someone in your life who has touched your heart as my music teacher touched mine, I encourage you to let that person know. You may never get a tomorrow. Tell those you admire what they mean to you. Let them know how important they are. Trust me, they’ll thank you.
I want you to know I think of you often. I still remember your first days at [My] Elementary school. I still sing along to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons: Spring and Henry Purcell’s Trumpet Voluntary. I still remember how to spell Tchaikovsky. I remember everything you taught me on recorder. I have two now, one in C and an alto recorder in F. I still sing many, many of the songs we learned in the music book including the “Wobblin’ Goblin with the Broken Broom," “Old Abram Brown" (when we learned minor keys), and the eagle song I loved so much that you taught me on piano.
I even remember “Bell Horses" and “Tiptoe Through the Tulips" from my first concert with you in first grade. Wow!
I remember experimenting with blue mascara in the back row of [My Junior High] freshman alto section (I hope you’ll forgive me for that!). I still remember my part of Giuseppe Verdi’s Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves for our All Region tryouts that year. I’m so deeply grateful to you for helping [My Best Friend] and I find a way to spend lunch together after the school split our lunches.
I’m grateful for all the pep talks, hall passes, rehearsals, and wisdom you shared with me as I grew up. Thank you for helping me find my way through high school. Thank you so very much for sharing music with me. It’s still so very much a part of my soul.
I still think you’re terribly beautiful, and I’m so very glad I had you as my teacher. Thank you for being one of my most important memories from childhood.
~Dianna
My music teacher started at my elementary school in the middle of my first grade year. As luck would have it, though I moved clear across town, she ended up working at my junior high and was promoted to my high school just as I moved up. She was the single most constant thing in my childhood (Good heavens, you don’t want to know why and how my childhood was otherwise a complete mess). She means a great deal to me, and I just sent her a letter. Shame on me, I haven’t talked to her since I graduated high school… 13 years ago now. Wow. Can’t believe it’s been that long.
If there is someone in your life who has touched your heart as my music teacher touched mine, I encourage you to let that person know. You may never get a tomorrow. Tell those you admire what they mean to you. Let them know how important they are. Trust me, they’ll thank you.