You see, I come from a musical family. On my father’s side. Not my mother’s. She could not carry a tune and would not try to sing in church. But my dad’s family was all musical. His grandfather was a song leader in the 1800’s. My grandfather started the first community band in Lenoir City, Tennessee. He was a self-taught musician and gave music lessons during the depression after he lost his job at the railroad yard.
All my aunts and uncles were musical. My uncle played in a Navy band during World War II, my aunt played the organ at my wedding, and when all six Scarbrough children got together during holidays, their voices would raise in song. My father was a music major at Western Kentucky University, and the band director at Oak Ridge High School, Oak Ridge, Tennessee, from 1946 to 1960. Even today I hear from former students of his on Facebook who fondly call him “Prof.”
Oh, l learned to play the clarinet and enjoyed marching in the band in high school. My children played in their high school band and sang in the church choir. With my father’s help, I passed the love of music on to them. But as much as I love it, as much as I would like to burst out in song, most people are really glad when I don’t.
What about you? Is there anything you regret? Something that you’d love to be able to do, but can’t?