Piano Lessons on Tuesdays!

When I saw this book cover with piano scales by Czerny, the memories all came rushing back. And, I have to tell you, they weren't all good! Tuesdays in my growing up days were a source of severe stress. I would go to school, watch the clock, and hope for some kind of miracle to prevent me from having to go to my piano lesson. Of course that miracle never happened but it didn't stop me from wishing!

Now here's the irony of the whole matter! I loved playing the piano! I played all the time, any classical piece I could get my hands on. I played the organ in church and for the choir that my mom directed.

It was practicing my scales that I didn't like, nor did I do! More often than not, I would end up sight reading my lessons in front of my piano teacher. And you can guess this made me pretty anxious for Tuesdays' lessons to roll around!

Of course, by Wednesday, all stress was forgotten and I went right back to playing all the beautiful tunes I loved so well. Czerny? Well, Czerny stayed right where (in my pre-teen opinion) he belonged...in the piano bench. That is, until the following Tuesday when the drama would begin all over again.

You might think I would have learned my lesson...but, no, not me and not with Czerny! Still I remember him—clearly and dearly—with sweet nostalgia in my heart!