My sister Pat, a gifted Violinist
gave lessons at her home, she
also taught her daughters.
My niece Jackie Jo says when her
lesson time arrived she had to
put on her hat and coat gather
up her fiddle in its case along
with her music, went outside and
knocked at the front door, just like
all her mother’s pupils. She then
would have a full lesson and leave
again, by the front door. It was
psychologically the right things to do.
“We never just got crammed in
between dinner and dishes,” reports
Jackie Jo. “We were her pupils then,
not just her kids.”
2025 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in August 28-September 3, 2025.
