This sunshiny Tuesday morning I am moving about feeling blessed. We were very busy, this past weekend, enjoying quality time with family.
Starla and Bruce were in town to celebrate her dad’s birthday and visit with her three children and their families.
The little king wore his crown well at the dinner party, at Olive Garden and loved every minute of it. He didn’t even ask where the throne was located. Paul lost his grin when Charley Horses crashed his party and delivered cramping to both legs. He picked up his grin in a long minute or two and wore it well the remainder of the evening.
We had a pizza party on Saturday afternoon at the home of our eldest grandson, Michael Risk and his family and spent more time with the kids on Sunday, before Starla and Bruce caught their flight back to Scottsdale.
Monday evening we attended a Jazz Band Concert and catered dinner at East Middle School here in Brownsburg.
Our great-granddaughter, Avery Terry is a member of the Jazz band. She plays the saxophone.
The program featured students at different grade levels and instrumental solos. Their directors were, no doubt as pleased with the young musicians’ performances as was their audience.
Our Avery, a West Middle School student always deserves the accolades we send in her direction. I’d say she had a very good week.
The teenager was inducted into the National Honor Society last week. And more , paperwork has been received by her parents concerning a future class trip to Washington DC.
Several decades ago I was an employee of Columbia Record, in Terre Haute. I worked in the press room. One of the recording artists that was popular then was Herb Alpert. We turned out many records of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass: “Spanish Flea,” “This Guy’s in Love With You” and others. He was the only recording artist to reach No.1 on the Hot 100 pop chart for both vocalist and instrumentals.
I owned some of his band’s recordings and played them many times.
Herb began playing the trumpet at the tender age of 8. Herb Alpert became quite a talented musician by the time he was a teenager. He performed at dances and military ceremonies and on to a mark making career.
Avery sings and plays more than one instrument, both string and wind. So, now, her music is the sweetest to my ears. Let the band play on. I’m all ears and good to follow the music. There is more of this day left so time to check on the music makers in the kitchen.
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