Last week a student sat in the hard wooden chair to my left, brow furrowed just a bit, focused on the notes, violin under chin, playing away. Her dream is to go to college for veterinarian medicine. Fiddling is her fun hobby. Her mother said she wants to get into a really competitive school. Only certain top students get in. A few weeks ago, my … Continue reading Why Not Me?
When we moved to York, we searched for a church on the internet. Certain needs dictated the types of churches we’d consider attending, with one main issue being the time of service. We found Allison Creek. Now, Allison Creek sits up high on this hill that’s been there for centuries. Roads have formed and neighbors have popped up in homes and communities around the hill, … Continue reading The Church with Bluegrass
Mr. Jimmy is my son’s banjo teacher. We love Mr. Jimmy in a way I cannot easily express here on the written page. The man is a what you are picturing “a banjo teaching Mr. Jimmy” to be. He wears the same pair of jeans and the same t-shirt every week. We named his t-shirt the Monday shirt because our lessons are on Mondays and … Continue reading Mr. Jimmy