Mrs Music Was Her Name

I met this lady when I went to D.C. to get a test on a new heart machine that was not used in Maryland yet.

So I heard about this machine and I drove over there to get the test. The office manager and a very nice lady told me she had just married and his last name was Music and so she made it her name and she loved it.

All the patients smiled when they heard it and so did I.

I wrote an article about her sweet name and everyone loved it.

The test came out fine and several years later, Maryland got many of those machines. I was ahead of my own time. It was a test they gave you to see if you had plaque in your heart or arteries. I had very low numbers so it was worth the trip.

I called my article Orchestra Of Life and I told about how I hated my piano lessons. My father's brother had a wife who taught piano and came once a week and everyone in the neighborhood took lessons for three dollars a half an hour. I did not have to pay because my uncle owed my Dad thousands of dollars and at this rate, I would have been 100 years old and Aunt Bessie would be gone.

I played very well and so did my brother and that was another three dollars that could be deducted from the big debt my uncle owed Dad. We did not hate the piano, we hated her.

Now, I wish I had continued on and it was silly to dislike the lessons because of her. She taught us well and I took up ballroom dancing when I was 43 and I loved it and the teachers who coached and taught me and I won 58 trophies and medals for my work. So the difference in teachers and my later age of 43 against 13 was a factor in the two musical activities.

I thought of Mrs. Music often when I was dancing to lovely music when I participated in competitions.

When I won my trophies and medals, I realized that loving something made it a melody of living.