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Wednesday, September 19, 2012
When The Saints Go Marching In
I subscribe to my home town newspaper, and recently I read that my elementary school music teacher and after school piano teacher died. I sat down at our piano and played the first few lines of "When the Saints Go Marching In" in honor of Mrs. Harris. She was good piano teacher. I was a terrible piano student. I never learned to read music. Mostly I would watch her play a song and memorize the movements of her hands to get along week to week.