This time of year always causes me to think of preparing for spring piano recitals. Had I had the mindset I have now, I would have devoted even more time to memorizing and practicing the selection Mrs. Wendell and I had decided I perform. I relish practicing more now than I ever have.
Over 57 years ago,
I met a genteel woman who shared my same love of music. Mildred Wedell drove
from Hominy each week to provide private piano lessons to all willing to pay
the $2.00 per lesson and practice daily. The petite, naturally-blonde piano
“coach” coordinated with homeroom teachers for the best time to pull students
for their thirty minutes of piano instruction.
Mrs. Wedell served
as the pianist at the Hominy Assembly of God Church. She worshipped weekly with
her husband and their son and daughter. Her background fit perfectly with the
primary goal of my maternal grandmother and my mother. Foremost, they wanted me
to be a proficient enough to enhance a congregation in worshipful singing.
Although both grandmothers were musically-gifted,
neither had any formal training in the piano or voice. Dad often commented what
a “pretty voice” his mother, Mamie Irene Tripp Gates, had. Grandma Gates played
keyboard instruments by ear. My oldest aunt, Ella Edith Gates Bledsoe, told me
in our last visit prior to her death, “Mama only wanted to make music and
draw.” She continued reiterating how her artistic bents had to take a backseat to her
love and care for her family.
Grandma Gladys Rainey Smith moved to the “uncivilized”
Bend when she was twelve so missed the opportunity to be given piano lessons as her
oldest sister, Daisy Dean Rainey Rice, had received when they lived in Konawa,
Oklahoma. My gutsy, determined grandmother taught herself the lines and spaces
and to read music in the evening after working in the cotton fields as a
teen-ager. She sang “note-perfect” alto until the stroke took her voice six months
prior to her death.
Aunt Emma Rainey Buckley, my maternal grandmother’s
youngest sister, made my mother’s goal possible by providing the tuition for
one year of piano instruction. Aunt Emma attended various types of concerts
during her career in Washington, D.C.
As a little third grader, I hung on each of her
instructions and readily obeyed with one exception. I did not like to count
aloud. Instead, I liked to pump my wrists as my “movement-oriented” method of
correctly executing the timing of the piece. To Mrs. Wedell’s credit as a
teacher, as well as my final willingness to follow her instruction, on a
regular basis, when tackling a new challenging piece, I count aloud. I have even written out and tapped the note
values of the specific “spot” in an unfamiliar piece of music as my metronome sounds in
my earbud.
As I reflected on her incalculable value to our school
system, I recalled many spring recitals held usually at the Ralston Federated
Church. Some of the students participating were Brent, Kevin, Robin, and Bruce
Myers. Debbie and Kim Akers along with Beverly Goad and her neighbor, Tomasine
Rainey polished pieces for the recital. (Kim and Tomasine entertained the
parents and relatives with some rollicking pieces on their accordians!) I
remember Robbie Sawyer and Mark Myers being students of Mrs. Wedell, too. My
sister, Angie, was among some of the last students taught by Mrs. Wedell.
She stressed striving for mastery as we practiced. Her
goal for each student’s piece was encapsulated in the phrase, “concert performance.”
Mrs. Wedell demanded “note perfect” presentation of each piece. Receiving one
of the most gorgeous stickers from her collection of eagles, stars, birds,
flowers and numerous others delighted the aspiring student. Having one of those
stickers placed at the top of the perfected piece denoted the epitome of
keyboard success for her students.
Mildred Wedell, as a devout follower of Jesus,
obediently taught piano and accordian lessons in less than perfect situations,
places like custodian storage areas and tiny rooms.
She wanted her students to
enjoy using their talent and rejoiced greatly when they played for corporate
worship.
Many churches over the years benefitted from the
proficiency of Mrs. Wedell’s students. Debbie Akers and Beverly Goad played the
piano and organ at the Ralston Federated Church which later became the Ralston
Bible Church. Robin Myers and Angie Bradley, my sister, both served as pianists
at the Ralston Baptist Church. Bruce Myers and Mark Myers have served as
alternate pianists in the Ralston Baptist Church as well. Brent Myers used his
keyboard virtuosity in many of the churches he has pastored. (Brent uses his keyboard talent presently at Pawnee First Christian Church.) During the last
conversation I had with Kevin Myers revealed he played regularly at his home
church in Tennessee.
The instruments on which Mrs. Wedell provided
instruction were the piano, the organ, and the accordion. Even though the three
instruments have been around for less than 500 years*, the Bible addresses the
used of stringed instruments in praising the Lord. These two verses have within
them a two-word phrase spoken innumerable times over the years by my mother.
Praise the Lord with the harp; Make melody to Him with
an instrument of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; PLAY SKILLFULLY with a
shout of joy. Psalm 33:2-3
Mother worked in accord with Mrs. Wedell in directing our practicing
with the two-word watchword from Psalm 33:3. Mother inculcated our daily
practice and our performances whether if only in our home or when asked to play
for an audience at a recital or in a church service with the demand PLAY SKILLFULLY.
May we encourage budding
musicians to develop their God-given talent through practice based on quality
instruction. Vocal and instrumental music can provide enjoyment throughout a
lifetime. Let’s live out this New Testament scripture’s command.
Speaking to one another in psalms
and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the
Lord. Ephesians 5:19
*The piano was invented in the early decades of the 18th
century. The electronic organ developed in the 1930s. The earliest recorded
accordion dates to the early 19th century.
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