About the composer…
One of the things I’ve discovered as I’ve grown up (?) is that I’m rather predictable. I like to stay at home; I would rather watch a favorite old movie than try a new one I might hate; my idea of the perfect vacation is taking the phone off the hook for a week and watching my garden grow.
Now, don’t pity me–boring is comfortable. It does, however, make it difficult to think of things to tell about myself. So here are a few less-than-serious things that might not send you to sleep on the spot. If you’re interested, read on. If not, be thankful browsers come with “back” buttons.
I was born, as one publisher wrote on a flyleaf, “a long time ago.” He then proceeded to give the date. Which I shall not do.
The great event took place in Eugene, Oregon, where people rust instead of tanning. (When I was a kid, someone publised “Oregon Un-greeting” cards, meant to warn people away from the lovely state. I learned that line and many other cheery things like it from those.)
I’ve been married to the best man in the world (who just keeps getting better) since 1979. Dennis and I met at BYU, got married, had kids… and that’s when my real education started. We have four children, and now the baby is all grown up.
We currently live in Colorado Springs, where people fry instead of tanning. We average 250 sunny days a year. Drop in and bring your sunscreen. 🙂
My earliest musical training included watching Lawrence Welk with my grandmother. My childhood dream was to “sing just like Norma Zimmer.” Didn’t happen.
My education also included listening to grandma practice on the accordion. All of this makes me wonder why I never learned to polka.
Grandpa used to sing me to sleep accompanied by his banjo. Quite a cultured heritage I’ve got! (Yes, I was born in black and white. Cameras had just been invented.)
I was in Sunbeam class with Danny Ainge, who occasionally had to be restrained from climbing out the window. (I suppose that means I’m old enough to retire–from the NBA anyway.) I was also in freshman music theory with Kurt Bestor, who never did try to climb out the window. Neither of them knew I existed, but I forgive them since they are my only claims to fame.
I love sports–as a spectator. I live in snow country and have never been snow skiing. (How do you spell chicken?) I’m still a true-blue Cougar fan. For awhile I was a jinx of the worst kind, since every time we attended a bowl game, the Cougars lost spectacularly. We broke the jinx, however, the year we drove to a bowl game in a snow storm, and ended up sleeping on the road for 5 hours while a jack-knifed tractor-trailer rig was towed off. We showed up at the game too bleary-eyed to see straight, but they won.
Hey, whatever it takes.
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