Tuesday, August 18, 2009

What I Miss

It never fails. It happens this time every year. It started in the fall of 1998, and I've struggled every fall (into winter) each year since.

The first time I remember feeling this way was on an autumn day as I stepped outside of Leslie Hall at SBU my first year. The local high school band traveled over to the college football field to practice, and as I heard the percussion, the brass, the woodwinds...and as I saw the color of the flags on the field, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I stopped. I realized that I was not taking part in something that had been such a huge part of my life for...well...my entire life...that was very difficult to grasp for me for some reason.

As you may or may not know, my dad is a retired band director. So basically since birth, I had been a part of his program. Every summer, whether I liked it or not, I attended boot camp. When it was finally my turn as a freshman to actually be a part of it all, it was just so amazing. It didn't matter if it was 93 degrees every day, I LOVED IT. It didn't matter if he was hard on us, it's what we needed. It's what it took to be award-winning.

That morning at SBU solidified to me that I was no longer a part of something that was my life for so long. It was more than just missing the good ol' days of high school. It was missing my family. It was missing the early morning rides to school with dad. It was missing his sound system that cut out every few minutes so the trumpet section didn't hear what he said. It was missing his sayings like, "Well, I could drive a Mack truck through that interval!" It was missing his no-nonsense approach to teaching. The approach that has made so many of his students tell me that they learned more from him about real life than from anyone else.

So many things I missed.

And sadly...even though it's now been 12 years this fall since I stepped on the practice field, I still struggle with missing it. If the air is cool in the mornings as I go for a walk with the kids, I often will tear up. If I go to a local football game and hear the band perform the Star Spangled Banner, I might tear up. If I drive by the practice field here in town and see the color of the flags, it's possible...you guessed it...that I might tear up.

As I sit here typing this...I'm tearing up.

Thank you, Mom and Dad, for so many memories. Even though I'm sad that it's gone, I'm so thankful it was a part of my life.








































First
picture - Bronwen and I with our first place trophy at the Greater St. Louis Marching Festival. Second picture - the seniors at Washington Band Day. Last picture - Owensville High School "Band of the 90's" in the fall of 1997.

8 comments:

Casie Dempsey said...

Your dad was a very large influence on my life...and unfortunately I end up waiting on people for what seems like forever because of him. Because obviously... "if you're on time, you're late".

SonjaMichelle said...

You should have been on Pride....

Chrissy said...

No, Sonja. I'm glad I miss it! ;o)

kimberly anderson said...

I know how you feel. I miss being in band. I have wonderful memories and funny moments that I remember this time of year. Thanks for bringing them up! We should get together and swap stories.

sjunk78 said...

Yes, thanks for bringing me back in the day. He was tough on us, but very true, we needed it, and that IS how you get to be award-winning! I can still remember that sound system, and all those comments he used to make. Mr. Vogt is definitely a teacher I will never forget! Tell him I said hello.

Anonymous said...

I always knew your Dad was going to be and continued to be such an exceptional teacher. I have always been so proud of him for that and his positive influence over so many of his students (including you of course!) It also reinforces the power of music and its influence in life! This was one of your best blogs for your reflection and touching remembrance of some significant life events!
Aunt Kathy

Anonymous said...

Gives me goose bumps...and I cry too...and I wonder if those kids I watch every Fri night will miss it and love it as much as I did. What would I have cherished, what would have MOVED me so much if I wasn't involved in band...probably nothing - that's so sad! My kids HAVE TO BE BAND GEEKS!!! xoxo Bronwen

Spashop said...

Приветики! Хотелось бы открыть парикмахерскую, ищу любую полезную информацию для написания бизнес плана. Может у кого-то есть опыт в таком бизнесе? Сейчас большой выбор оборудования для парикмахерских и салонов красоты. Выбираю между компаниями Lampa-lupa.pl, Myjka-ultradzwiekowa.pl, Massage-service.com.ua, skpel Newface beauty, Магазин Спашоп .В таком количестве информации самой разобраться тяжело( Скажите где дешево купить фрезы для аппаратного педикюра?

Post a Comment