When I hit my teens, I suddenly needed to make music. I started by teaching myself the recorder. And by recorder I mean that, most commonly plastic, distant cousin of the flute in case there was any confusion. My brother and I played duets, which helped raise the recorder to musical heights, and I usedContinue reading “Sister Hilary RSM”
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Mr McConnell
Mr Michael McConnell was my first choir master. A highly intelligent man, well educated and a natural teacher, he enjoyed having my brothers and me in the choir as we shared some of his knowledge of Latin and religion and would eagerly join his minor digressions. He lived alone in a beautiful house and taughtContinue reading “Mr McConnell”
Jane
A whiff of cigarette smoke floated into my bedroom window. Not just any cigarette smoke, the smell of this smoke takes me back to a shipshape house across the road from a church. Jane is there sitting in her chair, rolling cigarettes. She blends two tobaccos and pinches a bit to add to the paperContinue reading “Jane”
Katherine Wansink Writes 