One of my friends to whom I had sent whistles in Iraq (made from parts leftover from making tweaked Mellow Dogs), and who happens to be local, came home from duty a few weeks ago.
Shortly thereafter, Irina (eighth grade) told me that her friend on the bus (the returning soldier’s daughter) had one of my C whistles and it was like, awesome cool and could she like, have one?
Then the next day, she told me three more of her friends on the bus wanted them, and I gave them to her.
And today, maybe two weeks later, she came back for three more.
They’re teaching each other tunes. It’s completely spontaneous among the children with no adult organization whatever, and it’s about as cool as anything I’ve encountered.
I received a pre-plastic Generation Eb whistle recently. I got home with it, sat down at my desk and started playing Amazing Grace, which isn’t one of the tunes I usually play. After a short time, Irina arrived at my side, almost with a thud, as though propelled by a bungee cord, with an expression of intense interest.
“What?” I asked.
“WHAT’S THAT SONG?!?!?” She demanded.
“It’s Amazing Grace.”
“I want to learn it!”
So we spent the next hour or so getting the sheet music, words and story for Amazing Grace, and she learned to play it.
Now I keep hearing Amazing Grace coming from other parts of the house, and I must say, it gives me a thrill every time. I’ve always been deeply affected by that song, and all the more so when it’s being played spontaneously by a child.
Magic.
Best wishes,
Jerry