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WEEK 9 - DAILY PAGE 6
There was an odd interrim period of time when we were still with the first piano teacher, and my sister had become of piano-playing age. She began learning piano at the age of four, half my age when I began. I suspect to some degree that the early start might have been the reason why she never caught on with it later on; piano was always a part of her life, it seemed like the norm.
I remember a time when we both had lessons from the first piano teacher; they were supposed to be consecutive, but there was no specified order to if I or my sister would go first. Typically, whoever had practiced least would be most reluctant, but since we were both not exactly hard-working, we fought to go second.
The first piano teacher gave us stars when we were familiar enough with a piece to "pass"; when we got five or so such stars, we would get a treat. In hindsight, this was something of a child-appeasing gesture, rather than anything that actually encouraged us to play better. It was a kind of pleasant side-boon, one that inevitably occurred every once in a while.
I remember Johann being sad one time when we got popsicles as treats, because he wanted one too.
There was an odd interrim period of time when we were still with the first piano teacher, and my sister had become of piano-playing age. She began learning piano at the age of four, half my age when I began. I suspect to some degree that the early start might have been the reason why she never caught on with it later on; piano was always a part of her life, it seemed like the norm.
I remember a time when we both had lessons from the first piano teacher; they were supposed to be consecutive, but there was no specified order to if I or my sister would go first. Typically, whoever had practiced least would be most reluctant, but since we were both not exactly hard-working, we fought to go second.
The first piano teacher gave us stars when we were familiar enough with a piece to "pass"; when we got five or so such stars, we would get a treat. In hindsight, this was something of a child-appeasing gesture, rather than anything that actually encouraged us to play better. It was a kind of pleasant side-boon, one that inevitably occurred every once in a while.
I remember Johann being sad one time when we got popsicles as treats, because he wanted one too.