Inviting Music Room door decor Fall is in the air...
Well, the cooler weather isn't actually here yet, nor are the changing colorful leaves, but school has started up again in many areas, including mine.
One of my friends has been teasing her Facebook followers by advertising little bits of her fall semester choral classroom decor. Now that it has been revealed, it is impressive. Those students will be singing in Camelot every day. So cool! I envy those students who get to be involved in the music, the activities, and the classroom environment that is awaiting them this semester.
Yes, I was that type of student who loved to ride the waves of excitement provided by a few of my wonderful teachers. And yes, you guessed it, they were mostly my Music teachers. I loved singing, playing, and listening to music of all kinds. Preparing for concerts was the kind of excitement that kept my spirits up. I could stand the dreariness of listening to lectures on subjects I wasn't interested in or doing endless math problems when I knew that I would be going to music class later in the day.
In fact, I directly credit being involved in music classes with making good grades through Elementary school (and beyond). If I finished my work early and correctly, I got rewards like getting to spend extra time helping down in the Music Room. By Fifth Grade, my friend Judy and I were basically Mrs. Richardson's aides in her Music classroom. We built her bulletin boards, helped the younger classes do their assignments including demonstrating the harmony parts, and even assisted with folk dancing on Fridays. I loved getting hands-on experience teaching music from that very young age.
Well, the cooler weather isn't actually here yet, nor are the changing colorful leaves, but school has started up again in many areas, including mine.
One of my friends has been teasing her Facebook followers by advertising little bits of her fall semester choral classroom decor. Now that it has been revealed, it is impressive. Those students will be singing in Camelot every day. So cool! I envy those students who get to be involved in the music, the activities, and the classroom environment that is awaiting them this semester.
Yes, I was that type of student who loved to ride the waves of excitement provided by a few of my wonderful teachers. And yes, you guessed it, they were mostly my Music teachers. I loved singing, playing, and listening to music of all kinds. Preparing for concerts was the kind of excitement that kept my spirits up. I could stand the dreariness of listening to lectures on subjects I wasn't interested in or doing endless math problems when I knew that I would be going to music class later in the day.
In fact, I directly credit being involved in music classes with making good grades through Elementary school (and beyond). If I finished my work early and correctly, I got rewards like getting to spend extra time helping down in the Music Room. By Fifth Grade, my friend Judy and I were basically Mrs. Richardson's aides in her Music classroom. We built her bulletin boards, helped the younger classes do their assignments including demonstrating the harmony parts, and even assisted with folk dancing on Fridays. I loved getting hands-on experience teaching music from that very young age.
Janie and Carolyn practicing with BYU students on tour bus circa 1960
But my aunt and my mother were the real experts at keeping life exciting through musical activities. My aunt Janie was always doing shows. She worked for Brigham Young University (BYU) and was always being asked to provide entertainment. When the college students couldn't get away from their studies to go do a show, Janie would fill in with her family. I was even on a lot of shows when I was a child. ( I fancied myself a little Shirley Temple.)
When I was 8, our family moved to Texas. My mother kept up our family tradition of providing entertainment for almost any type of event around our area. She was the professional singer who could also accompany herself while she sang at the piano. Once my music teachers at school learned about my mother's abilities, she became a fixture at the schools, too. A woman of her talents was a valuable commodity anywhere we lived. And that was a lot of places --- 36 moves over 50+ years.
When I was 8, our family moved to Texas. My mother kept up our family tradition of providing entertainment for almost any type of event around our area. She was the professional singer who could also accompany herself while she sang at the piano. Once my music teachers at school learned about my mother's abilities, she became a fixture at the schools, too. A woman of her talents was a valuable commodity anywhere we lived. And that was a lot of places --- 36 moves over 50+ years.
Bailey children singing for Christmas 1991 Here's a song Janie taught us to sing when my siblings Bobby, Betsy, Benny, Barby, Billy and Bonnie were little. I also taught it to my my family as well as many an elementary school chorus over the years.
"Don't Wait 'til the Night Before Christmas to Be Good"
For years I thought that my aunt Janie wrote this song. Turns out that she only borrowed it and put her own stamp on it. I finally wrote out her version so that we other mere mortals could enjoy performing it, too.
"Don't Wait 'til the Night Before Christmas to Be Good"
For years I thought that my aunt Janie wrote this song. Turns out that she only borrowed it and put her own stamp on it. I finally wrote out her version so that we other mere mortals could enjoy performing it, too.
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