Julie's favorite day of the week is Thursday, because that's when she has piano lessons. She loves piano. She practices at least once a day, without any reminders from me. Her teacher always praises her excellent form and rhythm. It's a little musical love-fest every week.
Her teacher has a very strong Japanese accent, so Julie has learned some musical terms in a funny way. For instance, instead of the bass or treble clef, she thinks it's a "cref." Both words sound simultaneously credible and improbable to her—why would "clef" be any more correct than "cref"? Similarly, since she hasn't yet learned fractions in school, it doesn't occur to her that there would be whole notes, half notes, quarter notes, and eighth notes—no, those latter are "ace notes." Makes perfect sense to her.
Her teacher is quite elderly, so I can't help wondering when she will retire. It will be a sad day, but at the same time I'm grateful she has given Julie such a firm and joyous foundation upon which to build her love of piano (and music).
A South African friend would read to our daughter when they were little and we would lightly tease her for corrupting our children; we didn't want her to grow up thinking that giraffe was pronounced "jir-ahhh-f."
:)
Posted by: JP | October 09, 2009 at 08:25 AM
This is the story of my life, growing up with two parents who were immigrants. I even think my first piano teacher had some sort of accent too.
Posted by: Elena | October 09, 2009 at 09:50 AM