We were on the road again this morning. First we stopped by the lovely coffee shop we have been patronizing since yesterday. We were sitting outside enjoying our javas, people going in and out of the coffee shop are friendly. An older gentleman walks by with a big camera around his neck. He says hello, I'm an old geyser, I like your boots, can I take a photo of them? I've had many people admire my cowboy boots but that is the first time anyone has wanted to photograph them! I said sure he could! Strange things often happen!
Soon we were on the actual road, heading down a secondary highway in Hill Country. The terrain was gently rolling hills and big oak trees, red barns and many beautiful ranch gates. The distance from Georgetown to Luckenback is only 95 miles so it was a short day on the bike.
After a stop for lunch we soon arrived and checked into the Sunday Hotel on Main Street Fredricksberg. Fredricksberg is 11 miles from Luckenback and the closest accommodation available. We have stayed at the Sunday twice before and the owners are very nice as is the hotel. After a relaxing time at the pool we made our way to Luckenback. It was the same as ever it is, there were a group of musicians outside at the pickers circle, just strumming and drumming and singing. Very laid back, the chickens and the roosters were in their usual form, climbing the trees and pecking around, squawking at the music. Quite amusing!
Our friend Walt was not there nor did we see T-Bob or Virgil, but hope they will be around tomorrow.
We came back into town and had dinner at a steak restaurant across from the Sunday. I had grilled catfish for the first time, it was delicious; Jeff had chicken steak and garlic mash....also good. The air conditioning was so cold we basically ate and ran. There was a Mexican restaurant next door so we decided to pop in and have a margarita as long as it wasn't too cold. It wasn't chilly so while Jeff had a margarita I had a chocolate fudge cheesecake.....what was I thinking! It was very sweet, I didn't think I could eat it but I eventually did......and had a hot water with lemon to wash it down.
We came back to our hotel and sat outside at the gas fireplace on the patio for a little while.
A nice night.............
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Another fine Day !
After a nice lie in we drove a few miles to a wonderful coffee shop with a free newspaper. It had already been read by an earlier patron of the coffee shop ......we picked it up and sat down to enjoy. After about 15 minutes a guy stops by our table and asks (very nicely) if that was the coffee shops paper....we said yes, he asked if we were finished with any of it....we gave him some and promised to drop it off when we were finished. A further conversation ensued, he didn't want the sports as he had read it already. Next a lady comes along and asks, is that the coffee shop paper? Nothing like feeling rushed, fortunately we were almost done and said we would deliver it to her in a few minutes! Long story about a silly paper I know! You probably wonder why we didn't just buy one, well, we didn't have a clue where to do that and neither did anyone else!
After coffee we parked the bike back at our hotel and went for a walk along the San Gabriel river, it is dammed like the one in Idaho Falls but due to really low rainfall it is very shallow. It was a very nice walk, partly treed, and there was an egret fishing in the shallow water and a very unusual type of duck, it had a puff of white ontop of its head which looked like a big pompon. We thought we would continue the walk into the old town but it was much too hot, we turned back and got the bike.
We strolled around the court house and looked in a few shops. This is sort of torture for me as there are so many things I would like to buy but cannot. One shop had a sign in the window that read,
CAUTION Dog Cannot Control it's Licker. Intriguing! As we entered the store a golden lab slowly walked toward me and started licking my legs!!! He followed me all around the store...licking! Quite funny.
We discovered that we just missed a big art show by one day! And there is another one coming up very soon, including an auction but we must move on.
For dinner we chose a restaurant called Nancy's Sky Garden ( sounded interesting and reviews were quite good). When we got there we were the only ones there, not a good sign. We decided to sit outside in the patio garden, the garden was not impressive. There was one table of 3 also on the patio so we thought that would be preferable to sitting inside by ourselves. The server asked what we would like to drink, we find out for the second time this trip that they don't have a liquor licence but we could go next door to the Uptown Social Club, buy a drink and bring it back. Jeff had lemonade, I had water. Dinner was also different, we didn't recognize what it was when it came. My salad was with chicken, it was a scoop in the middle of greens that looked like a tuna ball. Jeff's was tuna sushi style, but it was minced like steak tartare. There was no atmosphere so we ate and left. Upon leaving we cross the hall in the building and we are in the Uptown Social Club and it is open mike night. We sat at the bar and ordered beer. As usually happens at the bar you get into lively conversations with locals. We met a young girl of 23 who was Arabic, her name was Reem. She was very friendly and interesting to chat to, which we did for a good hour.
Open mike was about to start so we took a seat on the couch near the staging area. We stayed to listen to 3 musicians which were all quite good. Only thing, I made a booboo! After the electric piano player finished one of his songs and everyone was clapping I said....(and we were sitting very close) that was better than Elton John played it the last time I heard him......only it was a Billy Joel tune NOT Elton John!!!how embarrassing. In my defence I think they do sound a bit alike ..........!
Time to make our exit. We stayed for one more performance and left.
Tomorrow is another day. We will ride on to Fredricksburg and Luckenbach, the end of the road before we turn west and north to Phoenix.
After coffee we parked the bike back at our hotel and went for a walk along the San Gabriel river, it is dammed like the one in Idaho Falls but due to really low rainfall it is very shallow. It was a very nice walk, partly treed, and there was an egret fishing in the shallow water and a very unusual type of duck, it had a puff of white ontop of its head which looked like a big pompon. We thought we would continue the walk into the old town but it was much too hot, we turned back and got the bike.
We strolled around the court house and looked in a few shops. This is sort of torture for me as there are so many things I would like to buy but cannot. One shop had a sign in the window that read,
CAUTION Dog Cannot Control it's Licker. Intriguing! As we entered the store a golden lab slowly walked toward me and started licking my legs!!! He followed me all around the store...licking! Quite funny.
We discovered that we just missed a big art show by one day! And there is another one coming up very soon, including an auction but we must move on.
For dinner we chose a restaurant called Nancy's Sky Garden ( sounded interesting and reviews were quite good). When we got there we were the only ones there, not a good sign. We decided to sit outside in the patio garden, the garden was not impressive. There was one table of 3 also on the patio so we thought that would be preferable to sitting inside by ourselves. The server asked what we would like to drink, we find out for the second time this trip that they don't have a liquor licence but we could go next door to the Uptown Social Club, buy a drink and bring it back. Jeff had lemonade, I had water. Dinner was also different, we didn't recognize what it was when it came. My salad was with chicken, it was a scoop in the middle of greens that looked like a tuna ball. Jeff's was tuna sushi style, but it was minced like steak tartare. There was no atmosphere so we ate and left. Upon leaving we cross the hall in the building and we are in the Uptown Social Club and it is open mike night. We sat at the bar and ordered beer. As usually happens at the bar you get into lively conversations with locals. We met a young girl of 23 who was Arabic, her name was Reem. She was very friendly and interesting to chat to, which we did for a good hour.
Open mike was about to start so we took a seat on the couch near the staging area. We stayed to listen to 3 musicians which were all quite good. Only thing, I made a booboo! After the electric piano player finished one of his songs and everyone was clapping I said....(and we were sitting very close) that was better than Elton John played it the last time I heard him......only it was a Billy Joel tune NOT Elton John!!!how embarrassing. In my defence I think they do sound a bit alike ..........!
Time to make our exit. We stayed for one more performance and left.
Tomorrow is another day. We will ride on to Fredricksburg and Luckenbach, the end of the road before we turn west and north to Phoenix.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Deeper into Texas
I know you are expecting another long coffee report..........nada, no coffee again, end of report.
We stopped for gas and a bottle of water on our way this morning. As I was exiting the store I noticed piled up at the entrance large bags of "deer corn". They were the size of bags of garden soil! I said to the clerk, do people actually buy this to feed the deer? When she said yes they did, I said why, is it to keep them from eating the flowers? No, it is to attract them so the hunters can shoot them!!!!
We were on our way., roads were quiet, church parking lots were full of vehicles. By 11:30 hunger pangs were starting so we stopped at a restaurant called the Branding Iron. It was very homey and everyone seemed to know each other. They were equally friendly to us. We usually only have to speak a few words and they want to know where we are from. Soon the restaurant began to fill up, I think church was out and it was the habit to lunch out afterwards. There were women in dresses and men in denim overalls and everything in between ! Great people watching.
Further on down the road we were aiming for a Harley dealership as a new bulb was needed for one of the turn signals. We got the bulb, a pair of shoes and a beanie cap for Jeff.
We arrived Georgetown, a beautiful city with many historical buildings. A university campus within the city, the oldest uni in Texas (1840). It is also the red poppy capital, 50,000 population. It is one of the top retirement capitals in North America. Georgetown is 26 miles from Austin.
We decided we will stay two nights, we need a break and the city looks like it will be fun to explore. People are so friendly we went out for pizza and the owner came to chat with us, introduced us to her husband and kids who all work with her.
The sun is pretty intense, not too bad when the bike is moving but (for me) stifling when we stop.
We have sussed out a coffee shop for the morning!!!!
We stopped for gas and a bottle of water on our way this morning. As I was exiting the store I noticed piled up at the entrance large bags of "deer corn". They were the size of bags of garden soil! I said to the clerk, do people actually buy this to feed the deer? When she said yes they did, I said why, is it to keep them from eating the flowers? No, it is to attract them so the hunters can shoot them!!!!
We were on our way., roads were quiet, church parking lots were full of vehicles. By 11:30 hunger pangs were starting so we stopped at a restaurant called the Branding Iron. It was very homey and everyone seemed to know each other. They were equally friendly to us. We usually only have to speak a few words and they want to know where we are from. Soon the restaurant began to fill up, I think church was out and it was the habit to lunch out afterwards. There were women in dresses and men in denim overalls and everything in between ! Great people watching.
Further on down the road we were aiming for a Harley dealership as a new bulb was needed for one of the turn signals. We got the bulb, a pair of shoes and a beanie cap for Jeff.
We arrived Georgetown, a beautiful city with many historical buildings. A university campus within the city, the oldest uni in Texas (1840). It is also the red poppy capital, 50,000 population. It is one of the top retirement capitals in North America. Georgetown is 26 miles from Austin.
We decided we will stay two nights, we need a break and the city looks like it will be fun to explore. People are so friendly we went out for pizza and the owner came to chat with us, introduced us to her husband and kids who all work with her.
The sun is pretty intense, not too bad when the bike is moving but (for me) stifling when we stop.
We have sussed out a coffee shop for the morning!!!!
Saturday, September 27, 2014
There is Something About Texas............
There is something about Texas that I love! I feel it whenever I cross the state line. It's big, it's friendly! Everybody waves! I learned last time we were here that years ago the state had a campgain to be friendly and they had bumper stickers that said wave at your neighbour or something similar and the practice continues.
On leaving New Boston we were riding on McCoy Blvd.......so I'm guessing since Hatfield was back in Arkansas the McCoys moved to Texas. Maybe.
I have to comment on the number of graveyards and churches there are in the last 3 states we have been riding through. They are so numerous, mainly Baptist, Methodist and Pentecostal, not too many catholic. Quite a few of the churches have cemeteries attached, which is quite commen in older communities and in Britian/Europe. The cemeteries are full of beautiful upright headstones of all shapes and sizes and flowers are abundant, though most are plastic. There seems to be lots of available land for this practice. I guess it strikes me as soothing, much more meaningful to visit a burial location than a plaque on a wall. We past through several towns today where the population of one I noted was 229 and the town cemetery looked like it had around 600 headstones. Enough of graveyards.....but it is interesting!
Of course this morning the coffee hunt was unsuccessful.....till we arrived in the town of Marshall. It is quite a good size town, so we drove around all the streets till we found one! Jeff doesn't like me to ask the locals if they have a specialty coffee shop as he doesn't want them to think we are hoity toity! He has a point they are pretty simple, no disrespect intended. We discovered Central Perk, which was the name of the coffee shop Jennifer Aniston worked in, in Friends. The shop was huge and included a store that sold all kinds of treasures.....nothing I could fit on the bike. One of the downsides. Since it was almost lunch time when we discovered this place we also had food. The BEST tomato basil soup I have ever had.
After a relaxing stay at the Central Perk and a perusal of the map book we were on our way to Palestine. The secondary highway we are on is lined with big trees on either side, there are properties along the way, some small and not very prosperous some quite grand with big fancy gates with
interesting iron silhouettes of cowboys, horses and cattle, or simple wooden structures with the family name, or Hog Hollow ! This being Saturday we passed countless yard sales and the ever present Flea markets. Occasionally a small dirt road winding around the back of a ramshackle farm building flashes me back to the Camino, the heat of the day is the same; this time I'm glad I'm not walking.
We arrived in Palestine about 4pm and popped into the visitor bureau. The clerk was about to pack up for the day but loaded us up with a ton of booklets and was very friendly. She corrected my pronouncation of Palestine ......it is Pal-is-teen. We decamped at our hotel, did some laundry and caught up on emails. We were off to find the brew pub and music which we thought would be fun for Saturday night. We drove everywhere, it was like a ghost town! Getting hungry we spotted an Italian restaurant called Giovanni's .......parked the bike and four people coming out of the restaurant chatted to us....where you from etc. we asked if the food was good inside......they said ok but did not seem too enthused. Well, our server came and asked what we would like to drink. Us "do you have beer on tap?".......she "No" us "what do you have bottled?" She......"nothing" me "what kind of wine do you have?" She "none, you have to bring your own" we were flabbergasted ! We had water with lemon . Our server was one of the sweetest girls with a lovely soft voice. We wondered about her age and naïveté ! I said to Jeff we should ask her where the action is as we could hardly believe how quiet it was for a weekend night. Jeff asked her how long she had lived in Palestine .....she appeared to be counting and said 13 yrs. As to the action, she said there is nothing really! We were to pay our ticket at the cash register on the way out. Here we tried again saying to "Giovanni " we were surprised how quiet it was. He looked at us and said lots going on tonight! There was a football game at the high school and after that the town would be crazy busy.
We left, us old folks are going to bed! It was hard work trying to have some fun.
On leaving New Boston we were riding on McCoy Blvd.......so I'm guessing since Hatfield was back in Arkansas the McCoys moved to Texas. Maybe.
I have to comment on the number of graveyards and churches there are in the last 3 states we have been riding through. They are so numerous, mainly Baptist, Methodist and Pentecostal, not too many catholic. Quite a few of the churches have cemeteries attached, which is quite commen in older communities and in Britian/Europe. The cemeteries are full of beautiful upright headstones of all shapes and sizes and flowers are abundant, though most are plastic. There seems to be lots of available land for this practice. I guess it strikes me as soothing, much more meaningful to visit a burial location than a plaque on a wall. We past through several towns today where the population of one I noted was 229 and the town cemetery looked like it had around 600 headstones. Enough of graveyards.....but it is interesting!
Of course this morning the coffee hunt was unsuccessful.....till we arrived in the town of Marshall. It is quite a good size town, so we drove around all the streets till we found one! Jeff doesn't like me to ask the locals if they have a specialty coffee shop as he doesn't want them to think we are hoity toity! He has a point they are pretty simple, no disrespect intended. We discovered Central Perk, which was the name of the coffee shop Jennifer Aniston worked in, in Friends. The shop was huge and included a store that sold all kinds of treasures.....nothing I could fit on the bike. One of the downsides. Since it was almost lunch time when we discovered this place we also had food. The BEST tomato basil soup I have ever had.
After a relaxing stay at the Central Perk and a perusal of the map book we were on our way to Palestine. The secondary highway we are on is lined with big trees on either side, there are properties along the way, some small and not very prosperous some quite grand with big fancy gates with
interesting iron silhouettes of cowboys, horses and cattle, or simple wooden structures with the family name, or Hog Hollow ! This being Saturday we passed countless yard sales and the ever present Flea markets. Occasionally a small dirt road winding around the back of a ramshackle farm building flashes me back to the Camino, the heat of the day is the same; this time I'm glad I'm not walking.
We arrived in Palestine about 4pm and popped into the visitor bureau. The clerk was about to pack up for the day but loaded us up with a ton of booklets and was very friendly. She corrected my pronouncation of Palestine ......it is Pal-is-teen. We decamped at our hotel, did some laundry and caught up on emails. We were off to find the brew pub and music which we thought would be fun for Saturday night. We drove everywhere, it was like a ghost town! Getting hungry we spotted an Italian restaurant called Giovanni's .......parked the bike and four people coming out of the restaurant chatted to us....where you from etc. we asked if the food was good inside......they said ok but did not seem too enthused. Well, our server came and asked what we would like to drink. Us "do you have beer on tap?".......she "No" us "what do you have bottled?" She......"nothing" me "what kind of wine do you have?" She "none, you have to bring your own" we were flabbergasted ! We had water with lemon . Our server was one of the sweetest girls with a lovely soft voice. We wondered about her age and naïveté ! I said to Jeff we should ask her where the action is as we could hardly believe how quiet it was for a weekend night. Jeff asked her how long she had lived in Palestine .....she appeared to be counting and said 13 yrs. As to the action, she said there is nothing really! We were to pay our ticket at the cash register on the way out. Here we tried again saying to "Giovanni " we were surprised how quiet it was. He looked at us and said lots going on tonight! There was a football game at the high school and after that the town would be crazy busy.
We left, us old folks are going to bed! It was hard work trying to have some fun.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Leaving Lafayetteville for Texas
We started off the morning at Starbucks! First one we have seen for days! Happy campers! Next up was Walmart.....last night we met a couple from Little Rock Arkansas at the bar near our hotel and had a lively conversation with them. They asked if we were there for bike week, we told them we kind of just landed here unawares. They gave us the lowdown as they come for it each year.....they have a motor home in "Hog Haven" (in Layetteville) they pay $5,000 a year for the space and drive 200 miles from their home in Little Rock to watch college football, I wasn't exactly sure but I think they travel back and forth. Anyway, they said if you want bike rally tshirts you must go to Walmart as their price is 9.88 and on Dickson St. They charge $25.........so we were off to Walmart!
It was about 11am by the time we started south. The bikes coming towards us were constant.....most of the day, some bikers don't actually ride their bikes to rallys, they trailer them, then ride them a few miles into the heart of the rally. Those who trailer are called boulevard bikers. Part of our ride was on a road called Pig Trail, it is said to be one of the top 100 rides for motorcycles in the USA .....being beautiful and with good curves. (I can do without the curves!) the forest made a canopy overhead which was a nice respite from the sun. There are a lot of name places in the area with the word pig , the pigs are razorback pigs, not the chubby pink ones we associate with bacon. The razorback is the mascot for a lot of the university teams at Arkansas State. I think they probably hunt them in the Ozarks as well.
We were stopped at an intersection with a semi that was carrying livestock and as it pulled away we could hear hundreds of pigs squealing!!!!
A couple of times today we drove by photographers on the side of the road who were photographing bikers as they rode by....the idea is you note the time as you pass and they click, then you go on their website, find your time and hopefully your picture and then you order it on line. Our times were 11:45 and 11:52 Friday .
Gradually as the day went on we were seeing less bikers heading to the rally, we passed through a small place called Hatfield, thought we might see a McCoy but no such luck. It was a calming scene of goats and cows and small homesteads as we crossed the state line into Texas. We are in New Boston....two hotels, we picked the one we thought looked the nicest and asked for a room. When the desk clerk said it was $45. I asked if we could see it first.......$45!!!!! You've got to be kidding what will it be like. To my surprise it is fine, and clean! Still in shock.
As I write Jeff is on line plotting tomorrow and where we will stay.....he has found Palestine Texas a town of 18,000. Should be interesting.
It was about 11am by the time we started south. The bikes coming towards us were constant.....most of the day, some bikers don't actually ride their bikes to rallys, they trailer them, then ride them a few miles into the heart of the rally. Those who trailer are called boulevard bikers. Part of our ride was on a road called Pig Trail, it is said to be one of the top 100 rides for motorcycles in the USA .....being beautiful and with good curves. (I can do without the curves!) the forest made a canopy overhead which was a nice respite from the sun. There are a lot of name places in the area with the word pig , the pigs are razorback pigs, not the chubby pink ones we associate with bacon. The razorback is the mascot for a lot of the university teams at Arkansas State. I think they probably hunt them in the Ozarks as well.
We were stopped at an intersection with a semi that was carrying livestock and as it pulled away we could hear hundreds of pigs squealing!!!!
A couple of times today we drove by photographers on the side of the road who were photographing bikers as they rode by....the idea is you note the time as you pass and they click, then you go on their website, find your time and hopefully your picture and then you order it on line. Our times were 11:45 and 11:52 Friday .
Gradually as the day went on we were seeing less bikers heading to the rally, we passed through a small place called Hatfield, thought we might see a McCoy but no such luck. It was a calming scene of goats and cows and small homesteads as we crossed the state line into Texas. We are in New Boston....two hotels, we picked the one we thought looked the nicest and asked for a room. When the desk clerk said it was $45. I asked if we could see it first.......$45!!!!! You've got to be kidding what will it be like. To my surprise it is fine, and clean! Still in shock.
As I write Jeff is on line plotting tomorrow and where we will stay.....he has found Palestine Texas a town of 18,000. Should be interesting.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Cafe Yum......Grove Oklahoma
We were on the coffee hunt this morning.....found the Cafe Yum which is only open for drive through service, and $$$ cash only please. Two problems, we are out of cash and we are on a motorbike. Well......debit is just like cash....right? Let's try it. It is such a cute place, nicely looked after so we drive up to the window. The lovely Sabrina opens up her window, "hi! what can I get you?" We say, will you take debit, she is apologetic, but no she can't. We had looked for a cash machine but Wells Fargo is not in Oklahoma! She asks where we are from and after a few minutes she says she is going to give us free coffee, what would we like. We ended up staying for a good half hour enjoying conversation with her, she was starting to get more customers so after giving her my card ( she will follow my blog) we were on the road again.
Before we left our hotel we discovered that there was a major bike week happening in the area and hotels would be scarce. We had them phone a Best Western down the road and we booked a room, available for the night only.
It was a beautiful ride to Lafayetteville, we stopped in a town called Siloam at a funky little coffee shop reminiscent of hippy days., had a light breakfast and continued on to Lafayetteville. We were seeing more and more motorcycles. We are now in Arkansas, in the foothills of the Ozarks. Bike week in this area is the 2nd largest rally in America, they are expecting between 400,000 and 500,000 by the weekend! After checking in to our hotel we venture out to Dickson Street which is closed to vehicles except for bikes. The scene is basically a gong show. The university of Arkansas has an area where kiosks of every kind are selling all kinds of biker merchandise. More of the same is on Dickson street. There is a large police presence. There is a college game on at the stadium. The whole town is nuts.
It is not the type of scene we would intentionally attend and we will be moving south in the morning.
Before we left our hotel we discovered that there was a major bike week happening in the area and hotels would be scarce. We had them phone a Best Western down the road and we booked a room, available for the night only.
It was a beautiful ride to Lafayetteville, we stopped in a town called Siloam at a funky little coffee shop reminiscent of hippy days., had a light breakfast and continued on to Lafayetteville. We were seeing more and more motorcycles. We are now in Arkansas, in the foothills of the Ozarks. Bike week in this area is the 2nd largest rally in America, they are expecting between 400,000 and 500,000 by the weekend! After checking in to our hotel we venture out to Dickson Street which is closed to vehicles except for bikes. The scene is basically a gong show. The university of Arkansas has an area where kiosks of every kind are selling all kinds of biker merchandise. More of the same is on Dickson street. There is a large police presence. There is a college game on at the stadium. The whole town is nuts.
It is not the type of scene we would intentionally attend and we will be moving south in the morning.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Random Thought I had today .....
When we are riding along there is not much for me to do but think about things 🎶🎶🎶 and today I was thinking about when I was in Nechako elementary school in Kitimat.
It was in either grade five or six, that the classes would have music together in the gymnasium. I can't remember the teachers name but can picture her in my mind. At the end of each music class she would play a piece on the piano for us students to identify. If you knew the name of the music you were to raise your hand and the first person got an extra mark or some such thing. I could NEVER put my hand up as I had no clue what the piece was. It puzzled and amazed me that several hands shot up quite quickly! I remember Jane Springer and Doug Unia being correct a few times! It bothered me but I had no idea how to "study" for this! Toward the end of the school year the teacher said next class we were to hand in our music books for marking and she would choose the best (neatest I think) book. Well here was something I could "win" at! I purchased a new scribbler and spent a few hours transcribing the years notes into the new scribbler. YES, I got best marks for my scribbler. It wasn't till many many years later that I felt good about and understood why I wasn't able to identify the music pieces each week.
It was when my mum passed away. My old friend Jackie Mufford ❤️(Love her)! Sent a letter to me, my sister and brother and dad. In her letter she expressed her sorrow at mum passing and went on to say how she loved coming to our house where she learned so much about Scottish culture and MUSIC! it donned on me, I didn't recognize Mozart and Bach and the like because the music I grew up with was Kenneth McKeller and such! It took Jackies letter and all those years for me to understand.
It was in either grade five or six, that the classes would have music together in the gymnasium. I can't remember the teachers name but can picture her in my mind. At the end of each music class she would play a piece on the piano for us students to identify. If you knew the name of the music you were to raise your hand and the first person got an extra mark or some such thing. I could NEVER put my hand up as I had no clue what the piece was. It puzzled and amazed me that several hands shot up quite quickly! I remember Jane Springer and Doug Unia being correct a few times! It bothered me but I had no idea how to "study" for this! Toward the end of the school year the teacher said next class we were to hand in our music books for marking and she would choose the best (neatest I think) book. Well here was something I could "win" at! I purchased a new scribbler and spent a few hours transcribing the years notes into the new scribbler. YES, I got best marks for my scribbler. It wasn't till many many years later that I felt good about and understood why I wasn't able to identify the music pieces each week.
It was when my mum passed away. My old friend Jackie Mufford ❤️(Love her)! Sent a letter to me, my sister and brother and dad. In her letter she expressed her sorrow at mum passing and went on to say how she loved coming to our house where she learned so much about Scottish culture and MUSIC! it donned on me, I didn't recognize Mozart and Bach and the like because the music I grew up with was Kenneth McKeller and such! It took Jackies letter and all those years for me to understand.
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