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Adventures of an Old Lady Piano Teacher
Adventures of an Old Lady Piano Teacher
Adventures of an Old Lady Piano Teacher
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Adventures of an Old Lady Piano Teacher

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When I was a child, all piano teachers seemed old to me. Now that I am old, the time has come to tell my stories about my professional adventures from all over the world. These stories tell about my journey from the cornfields of Mississippi to the opera houses of Germany, where I worked in theaters as a ballet accompanist and opera coach, singing in My Fair Lady, and playing in a German polka band on a ship to Finland. There are stories about working as an operetta coach in Austria for many summers in which I played in a national prison; stories about unusual incidents playing the organ, such as playing at St. Stephen’s Cathedral in Vienna; or playing for a wedding interrupted by a former girlfriend of the groom as well as some quite colorful stories about students I have encountered (such as the boy who wore a surprise T-shirt to his recital, or the student who received a gift, courtesy of my cat, for two years in a row). Most of them are short and will give you quite a chuckle, but one or two are poignant. This is a feel-good book, and one that might take you back to your own piano lessons.

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Release dateJan 5, 2022
ISBN9781638144489
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    Adventures of an Old Lady Piano Teacher - Vicki King

    From the Cornfield to the Opera House

    When I was five years old, I lived on my grandmother’s farm in Mississippi. My older sister rode the school bus to an elementary school located many miles away from the farm. She was taking piano lessons at school, but we had no piano for her to practice at home. Across the cornfield from our farmhouse was a building called the community house, where families in the community gathered for potluck suppers, quilting bees, etc. There was a big upright piano there that had belonged to my great aunt. This became my sister’s first practice piano. Naturally, I tagged along, never dreaming that years later, I would be playing in the orchestra pit of the Hamburg State Opera House.

    Beginnings

    I began formal piano lessons when I was seven years old, although I had been playing for over a year as my sister loved to teach me pieces that she had already learned. My favorite was a masterpiece called Little Brook, from John Thompson’s red book, Teaching Little Fingers to Play. My elementary school had three piano teachers—all of them old as they had gray hair and glasses, just as I do now. Our piano lessons were scheduled during school hours in a large room with an upright piano. My elderly piano teacher was Miss S——. I had two lessons a week for which my mother paid fifty cents a lesson. Miss S—— had a wooden metronome on top of her piano. I hated that ticking thing. It never seemed to keep a steady beat. It was always slowing down! (Or was I speeding up?) Miss S—— brought her lunch to school, and sometimes my lessons were during her lunch hour. She had tuna between her teeth when she made corrections to my pieces. I have never liked tuna since then.

    My first piano recital

    Piano Recitals

    Every year beginning at age eight I played in the recital. In January or February my piano teacher brought out a stack of new pieces and I could choose my favorite to play in the recital—that program at the end of the year at which the children are marched onto the stage one by one to play their recital piece. The children are frightened of falling apart, the teacher is afraid of being let down, and the parents are afraid of being mortified by their child’s performance.

    Our teacher always had a rehearsal on the stage on the day before the recital. The girls would wear their hoop slips to practice sitting down on the bench without letting the hoop slip swing out to the audience and reveal too much. But alas, sometimes a child didn’t quite get it right. You could always tell the parents of that child. They were the ones with the red faces.

    We always sat backstage in the order of the difficulty of our pieces—from very easy to advanced. One year, there was a little girl ahead of me who had the most beautiful green formal dress. Her grandmother was our town’s professional seamstress, and she had made the beautiful dress. Sadly, I looked at my hand-me-down dress. The little green-dressed girl marched out to play, promptly had a memory slip, and sobbed in front of the audience.

    I stood up to my full height and thought to myself, I may have a hand-me-down dress, but no one will ever know that I messed up! Sure enough, I messed up but kept going. After the recital, my mother said, Your piece was really short this year.

    I left out three pages, Mother, I said.

    Strapless Dress

    In my senior year in high school, I played a solo recital. I decided to wear a lovely gold strapless dress (no bra needed). As I played my Bach piece, I noticed that my dress was more comfortable than usual. Uh-oh! It had come unzipped on the side away from the audience, and the only thing holding it together was a tiny hook and eye at the top. After the Bach piece, instead of getting up to bow, I stayed on the stool, nodded in the direction of the audience, then throwing my hands in the air as if in a dramatic emotional outburst, drew my right hand slowly up my left side, zipped the dress, then brought my hands crashing down on the keys to begin a dramatic Chopin Polonaise. I never again wore a strapless dress to play in a concert.

    My First Job

    After graduate school, I married my opera singing sweetheart and we moved to Florida. My husband, Tom, taught high school choral music and I traveled to an elementary school about forty miles away, where the principal was Mr. Carter (pronounced cah-ta), Jimmy Carter’s cousin. He hired me because I could play the piano. I had been

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