Last week I was left in charge of my two older grandchildren while the others went shopping. Anton, who is just 10 years old told me that his birthday gift was a stereo system and that before he goes to sleep he loves to listen to classical music. What? Currently there is an schools' initiative to encourage children to listen to classical music, but his (apparently independent) commitment startled and thrilled me. I also love to listen to classical music on my personal CD player when my head hits the pillow So entranced was I by the thought of Anton's new enthusiasm that I made a daring decision.
For six weeks I have not ventured down the garden to my shed/sanctuary. Wobbling on crutches over grass has not seemed a good idea. But with the help of Luca and Anton, with well positioned chairs for me to overcome steps at either end, I ventured forth. The shed was in need of airing, but we all sat down as I reached for an LP to play on my stereo. Both sets of eyes opened wide. What was I doing. Vinyl revolved, the stylus lowered, followed by a slight crackling from the speakers. 'Look,' said Luca, 'it's gradually moving towards the middle.' They had both declared that they like Elgar (good choice!) So I had put on his Symphony No. 1 which is one of the best English symphonies of all time. It begins softly with a solemn drum beat. Suddenly, a wonderful tune bursts out. I confess I had set the volume high! Their faces were entranced. Yes, really! Anton stood up and started conducting the orchestra, arms wide open to the majestic sound. 'This is wonderful, Grampy', they said. The telephone rang shortly afterward and interrupted the concert, but not too soon to rob me of an unforgettable moment bonding with my grandchildren. We need to seize and treasure such moments, don't we?