One-Room Schoolhouse Had Music Class

Student learned love of music in one-room schoolhouse.

| Good Old Days

When I attended the one-room schoolhouse known as Little Red Schoolhouse, a memory stands out. I discovered I really loved music in that small room. .Mr. Burnett came once a week to teach us the scale and how to use it. The best part of the class was when we all joined in to sing the song he had taught us that day. I loved to sing with my elbows on the desk and my chin in my hands. One day my fingers slid over and pressed my ears closed.

Miraculously I discovered I could hear no one else, only me, singing. I closed my eyes, pressed my ears tightly shut and sang away with the class. Or so I thought. I suddenly felt a tap on the head. My eyes flew open to match my mouth. There was Mr. Burnett standing beside me and all my classmates turned in their seats looking at me and laughing.

"Enjoy your singing better than ours, Jean?" the music teacher asked, laughing, too.

Everyone thought it was so funny. Everyone, that is, but me!

Jean Carpenter Welborn
Tucson, Arizona

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