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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

Are these really bells and ornaments?  My motor skills were awful….

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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

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I was five

I was five years old.  Kindergarten at West Boulevard Elementary, Columbia, Missouri in 1966.

And my Kindergarten class made individual holiday books.

I found this in my father’s collection of things, and rediscovered it at my own house a few weeks ago.

The contents are dribbling out this week!

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The circus

Hannibal. The second house my parents ever owned.

Late 1960s.  I was in 2nd or 3rd grade.  We lived in this house in Hannibal.  Milk was delivered daily to the door.  We buried a cat in the back yard.  I had a room in the basement. The room was painted orange.

And the basement had a rec room set up of sorts, with a black-and-white portable television that was hooked into the local cable television system.

One Saturday afternoon, I watched a movie about the circus.  This much I remember — not the name of the movie, or the premise — but I remember watching.

Because what happened next was that I tearfully told my parents that I wanted to join the circus.  (Ever the poet and dreamer, am I.)

And the reason I remember all of this?  My parents laughed at me.  Even now, I remember my father saying “You can’t even do a somersault.  How could you join the circus?”

And I cried more in that moment emotional vulnerability.

Honest to god, I still remember this.


2019.  I’m 57 years old.

I am finally joining the circus.

https://circusharmony.org/accelerando/ 

I’m writing music for the show (assisted ably by Noah Lovins, a Webster University first-year music major), and leading the band at the six live performances in January.

Circus Harmony is a troupe of primarily 8-18 year-olds from a cross-section of the Saint Louis area.  They perform most every weekend at the City Museum, which is also where the big annual shows are held.  

The show is great for kids, of course — it’s the circus, after all!  As I attend the weekend shows in preparation for the big show, I see kids of all ages in the audience.  Do bring the family??

We had our dress rehearsal Sunday. This one is going to be fun….

For information about dates and advance purchase of tickets, click here.

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