Vanity Fall
May 11, 2009
As I lazed
all comfy under my bed covers, browsing through my newspaper, my morning coffee
on the nightstand beside me, a notice under things To do caught my eye.
Piano classes
for beginners and intermediates were being held at Buhl Recreation Center. Needing some motivation to return to my
piano, I thought "Why not?" I
made the call, gave my name and phone number and signed up for the intermediate
session. On the appointed evening, I
drove to the class, which I assumed was at the part rec center. No one was there-lights were out. Luckily, I had the article with me and called
the phone number.
"I'm
sitting outside the building at the park and no one is here for the piano
class."
"Oh,
it's at the Buhl Club."
Since I am
always painfully early for everything, I had plenty of time to drive to the
Buhl Club, about two miles away. I pulled
the car into a spot in the parking lot, gathered my notebook and favorite pen,
and excitedly walked inside the door and up to the desk.
"I'm
here for the piano class," I smiled.
The
receptionist looked at me rather surprised and after a minute quietly said,
"That class is for ages 5 to 18."
I had seen
nothing in the article about an age limit.
All I could do was pull out my pride and walk out to my car.
That episode
reminded me of another experience I had years ago. I was about seven months pregnant with my
third child. While shopping, I noticed a
sign on the store counter advertising a contest that expectant mothers could
enter. I wrote my name and address on
the ticket and dropped it in the box.
Several weeks later I got a call from the store notifying me I had won
and they would deliver the prize that afternoon. I don't remember what the prize was, but it
didn't matter - I had won something!
When the
doorbell rang that afternoon, I was prepared and waddled to the door, my two
small children beside me. I smiled at
the gentleman with the big package as I opened the door. He hesitated a minute, looking at my two
children.
"Is this
your first baby," he asked.
"No, my
third," I proudly answered.
There was a
moment of silence.
"I'm so
sorry. This contest was for women
expecting their first baby."
"Oh you
mean you won't give it to me?"
"I'm so
sorry."
I watched as
he turned and slowly walked down the front steps with the big package and on to
his car.
I believe my
often-offended vanity seems to sometimes help keep me humble.
Joanne Murray is my cousin. She sent me a book her son made
for her 75th Birthday. It contained essays that Joanne had written.
In the interest of bias, I am definitely biased so let's get that out of the
way. But once you and I get passed my bias you come to realize as I have
that these essays are something very special especially to her family and THAT
IS THE POINT. As I read them the one of many thoughts that crept into my
mind was "why haven't I been doing this?" Why indeed!
These are thoughts of a daughter, a granddaughter, a mother, a wife, a cousin
(like in my case), an aunt etc. Most who will read these essays have that
in common with Joanne. There are people you know who might enjoy knowing
what you think and what experiences you have been exposed to. Wouldn't it
be nice if you let them know by writing them down as my cousin Joanne has
done. It's never too late to get started. I will be posting them
here about one a week and do so with Joanne's permission. Hope you keep
coming back. Leave your comments below. Jim
"Gymbeaux" Brown