For all too soon: The Seasons of a Music Teacher

Within the isolated world of private music teaching one may appear obsessively concerned only with the welfare of his or her students; and yet we are always willing to bathe in the joy of their success. I have written about my own three seasons thus far: winter - the beginning years at the end of World War II; spring - an awakening during and following the Cold War years; summer - overture to fall towards the September of my own years. Spend time with me through the growing of a music teacher. See what adventures in Amateur Radio music braille and wilderness hiking had to do with it and why learning to fly taught Richard more about teaching music than all of his formal education put together. And yes the book title - For all too soon - has only one capital letter (revealed in the autumn season Summers Memory). Winter I am often dark and cold - I am here to remind you of your own self but I am also here to give you the gift of spring ....SpringI am peace - I am your new life - spend time with me in the green quiet places for all too soon I will be gone ....SummerI am quiet - noisy - hot - cool - a time for different things - a time to remember the coolness of winter and to anticipate the new beginning ...Fall I am mature stately and proud - my beauty can only be seen by those who walk with me in solitude - I am summers memory .... [The Seasons by Richard Taesch (c)2000]