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The drum lessons of life

Small midwestern home
Last week in Valparaiso, walking to an interview. Drum lesson sign lower left.

 

Father Ennis has four more Sundays and then he retires.

Fifty years of official service.

Wow. Just wow.

My Dad was a drummer for roughly 50 years.

Both men, devoted to their passion.

Will we be devoted to anything for five decades?

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Cheryl’s Grammy had a favorite Christmas song – Little Drummer Boy. “Shall I play for you….I have no gifts to bring…..”

My Dad was a drummer – professionally, and simply as a passion. And hence, I am a (little) drummer’s boy. I can not play for Him, but what about giving Him some of my time. What about any of us?

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What’s Your Favorite Song?

A Song Can Takes Us Places
A Song Can Takes Us Places

What’s your favorite Christmas song of all time?

I mean, if you could only pick one, what would it be?

My wife’s Grammy, who died in my arms at age 93, always said Little Drummer Boy was her favorite. She went to Heaven in September 1989.

It never occurred to me back then to ask her why. Why would it have occurred to me?

Well, all these years later, “Why?” is a fun and purposeful question.

Why do you enjoy your favorite Christmas song? For no reason? Or, for some special or purposeful reason.

Hey, I realize some of you may say, “Jeff, not everything has to have a purpose.”

Right. And this is the fundamental difference between those that drift through life and those that make a difference.

I enjoy listening to “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” as much as anyone. It’s funny, unexpected, and way not serious.

But Little Drummer Boy is not only Grammy’s favorite, but mine as well. Why? because I Look for little ways to help our son understand his family’s history.

His Grandfather, Jack (not the bear), my Dad, was a drummer. He started playing drums from the moment he could hold drumsticks in his hands.

He hitch-hiked 100 miles to Philadelphia, from his row-home in Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, just so he could take drum lessons from a particularly talented drummer.

He played drums in the Army band while stationed in Japan, during the Korean War.

He taught 30-minute drum lessons Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, 4:00pm – 8:00pm, year round.

He played gigs on Friday and Saturday nights, year round.

As a young man, he had business cards printed. His title – “Drummer”.

From one stupid little Christmas song, a piece of our son’s family history is told, year after year.

But only if I put some thought into it.

And at Christmas, as it is all year round, it’s the thought that counts.