Marching Band

When I was in the fourth grade, the local music store (Marshall Music) came into the school and any child that wanted to play an instrument could visit the gym and try an instrument on for size. My choice was the trumpet. I was so excited! 

A week later Marshall contacted my parents and told them I was surely a child protégée, and shared the information of how to rent or buy my instrument before the start of next year. Mom and dad never question my choice which sometimes amazes me since no one in the family had any talent at all. Fifth grade saw me meeting once a week with Mr. Harry Henderson and the rest of the new band kids.

Sixth grade because of budget cuts and school closing we had no fine arts program. By seventh grade, I was at the Junior High and there studied under Miss. Pratt. I never became a proficient player, but the things I gained from being a part of the music program helped to prepare me for life.

High school it was Mr. Henderson again and Mr. Kerington. I experienced Marching Band and Band Camp there. I honestly believe it was the only thing that kept me grounded, sane and enrolled in school.

Fast forward a few years and my daughters are joining the Marching Band and I’m raising my hand to volunteer. Off to Band Camp I went again.

Years passed and granddaughters came along and low and behold, they wanted to play in the Marching Band. How could I not volunteer? Band Camp here I come!

This year (2023), I am sixty-four years old and will be going to Band Camp for the sixteenth and I assume the last time. The last granddaughter to play in the band is a senior. There are no prospective great grandkids ready to step off, so I am hanging up my Dingles and Spats for good. I guess I will no longer be able to say, “I’m with the Band”. The memories and experiences have been life changing and fulfilling. 

Remember that one time at Band Camp?????

Roy Richard July 2023