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Then it took away the sky....

Thursday, August 30, 2012

1939--A GOOD YEAR!

AGE SIX
 During my childhood it was a tradition
that the children (especially sons) 
in a Jewish family had to play the violin.
 And without question, 
excellence was expected...


The year: Nineteen Hundred 
and Thirty-Nine.
Dear mother of mine
heard the word--and
Every Jewish Mother's son
knew he was a 'chosen one'.

Requirement: I learn to play
(no matter what I might say)
 horse-hair-cat-gut, mortal-sin
apparatus called a violin.
SCREEEECH!

And so, as a gift I received
piles of dust, out of dusty piles.
From attic Grandpa retrieved:
you guessed it, a filthy old viol
no hair--no gut. Dried glue did
not hold it together, but rubber
bands did the trick--one slick
instrument repair
TEEEEECH!

Grandpa was not Jewish, you see...
neither was my mother. Nor me.
But everything is OK in the end.
I play violin, celebrate with friends
Rosh Hashanah, Chanukah, EID(!),
Pentecost and the Feast of Stephen.
PRAKTISSSSS!

At an age when greatest of stars
in sports are 'over-the-hill'
I play violin, near and so far
and keep getting better still.
Has nothing to do with the fact
I can no longer hear the trill
SPEEEECH!

But this I say to you, my Peeps
an 'attitude of gratitude' keeps
me happy, joyous and free 
long as God will let me BE.

Blessings.
Love you.
PEEEEEEACE!

--Steve E  (aka steveroni)

PS. To "You know who you are"
I   L O V E  my
Liberty University
security blankee!
Thankee.

19 comments:

  1. haha...will have to send T over so she can see your ps....i so wish we could have heard you play...sorry that did not work out...and brother you are blessed...and beautiful

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    1. OMG! Does that mean I'll have to keep practicing
      one more year?

      Anna wants to come up next year. We drive (UGH!) a
      regular four-wheeled box, Toyota-like. Violin will fit in that.

      Don't start to worry, we'll be in a motel--grin!
      Brian, SEE what we started here?
      Take care, Bro-Peep.
      PEACE

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  2. I wish I could hear you play. I bet you make the music of angels. :-)

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    1. Well, I DO have an angel hangin' round, named Flexibelle.
      ("Flex", for short!) Nobody can 'see' her but me--grin!

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  3. I see you playing over the roof tops like Chagall's violinists and lovers.
    Two days ago I and eleven thousand others were played off our feet by Maestro Leonard Cohen. How fabulous he orchestrated his musicians, singers and audience till we were one; for four hours and a half.
    The Hallelujah Man is 78 years old in September.
    I predict you also have many wonderful, creative years ahead, to play, write, live and love.

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    1. WOW! Felisol...if ever I had a reason to NOT live,
      it just evaporated with your comment.
      Thank you!
      --(signed) Undeserving (aka steveroni)

      Did not know the guy was age 78.

      PEACE!

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  4. Attitude of gratitude is what we should all possess ... lovely words !!!

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  5. I'm so glad that rubber bands did the trick and you found a friend for life.

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    1. Rubber bands handy for lots of things.

      Do you know, on my recent scooter trip, one of the necessities I had stashed in a handy place? Whole bag of heavy-duty rubber bands. Only used TWO!
      BYE!
      PEACE!

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  6. Ah Steve, a story with strings attached...... or rubber bands anyway. Great story, isn't the gift of music a great blessing which transcends all languages.

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    1. Yup! Of course John, music IS a language--I guess even actions (ody motions) are a language, whatever communicates.

      I look back on the countless methods of discourse developed in the 20th century and marvel. Especially, when I stop to realize that EVERYTHING mankind invents, was already--in the beginning--invented by the GREAT INVENTOR!
      (Am I preaching? Hope not!--grin!)
      PEACE!

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  7. A melodic ode to a violin and life! Bravo!

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    1. Jess, you seem to regularly 'nail down' what I did not realize--about my own posts--and others. "Melodic ode"...truly like that--grin!
      PEACE!

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  8. I read each of the comments just like hearing your violin play.

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    1. Rain....I also like to read all the comments, there is sometimes more there than in the post/poem--as far as my waywardness being able to understand.
      PEACE!

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  9. violin and you
    you and your violin
    you play from the heart

    that much i bet
    you've recently written amazing stuff, Steve

    Thanks for evrything
    <3

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    1. From you that is quite a nice compliment. Thanks, Dulce!
      Love you.
      Peace!
      Steve

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  10. Attitude of gratitude is what we should all possess ... lovely words !!!

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    1. HEY! Ir came through perfectly, GS. Dunno what happened first time. THINKS! Also, thanks for the comment. I have to be reminded to be grateful, even though it is now somewhat of a habit.

      Gratitude is sort of humility? Maybe?

      Well, I certainly don't want too mch of THAT--grin!!!!!!!
      PEACE!

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