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	<title>Comments on: Memoir Mondays: Golden Notes</title>
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		<title>By: Tina</title>
		<link>http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2008/06/23/memoir-mondays-golden-notes/comment-page-1/#comment-2237</link>
		<dc:creator>Tina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 20:30:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great story, Kevin. It reminded me of my devotion to the clarinet when I was in 4th grade. I got all choked up at an assembly while playing &quot;My Country tis of Thee,&quot; and my clarinet started to squeal and annoy my music teacher. I haven&#039;t displayed such passionate patriotism since then...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story, Kevin. It reminded me of my devotion to the clarinet when I was in 4th grade. I got all choked up at an assembly while playing &#8220;My Country tis of Thee,&#8221; and my clarinet started to squeal and annoy my music teacher. I haven&#8217;t displayed such passionate patriotism since then&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Jane Swanson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jane Swanson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Another fabulous memoir, Kevin.
You give the reader the ability to completely walk with you.
Your story left me a bit bereft, as I always wanted to play the flute,
but somehow got left behind in the system.
~jane</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Another fabulous memoir, Kevin.<br />
You give the reader the ability to completely walk with you.<br />
Your story left me a bit bereft, as I always wanted to play the flute,<br />
but somehow got left behind in the system.<br />
~jane</p>
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		<title>By: Liza Lee Miller</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liza Lee Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:09:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Isn&#039;t it wonderful how a great teacher can change your life?  My daughter started playing the flute this year and did not have a great teacher -- even though she herself played the flute -- it almost turned into a disaster but we found a private tutor who saved the day.  My son has already chosen the trumpet to play when he gets to 4th grade (year after next).  I should start looking for a tutor for him, too, I guess.  :) 

You wrote this really well, Kevin.  I could feel your excitement and awe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Isn&#8217;t it wonderful how a great teacher can change your life?  My daughter started playing the flute this year and did not have a great teacher &#8212; even though she herself played the flute &#8212; it almost turned into a disaster but we found a private tutor who saved the day.  My son has already chosen the trumpet to play when he gets to 4th grade (year after next).  I should start looking for a tutor for him, too, I guess.  <img src='http://dogtrax.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>You wrote this really well, Kevin.  I could feel your excitement and awe.</p>
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		<title>By: debrennersmith</title>
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		<dc:creator>debrennersmith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 14:27:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Teachers are a powerful influence on us.  What a gift she gave you - not just the saxaphone, but the ability to play the saxaphone, and the trust to have it go back and forth.  She remembered that this was the instrument you wanted to play!  My children play cello and viola - they love their instruments!  I remember the day they picked them.  They have played since 4th grade.  www.debrennersmith.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Teachers are a powerful influence on us.  What a gift she gave you &#8211; not just the saxaphone, but the ability to play the saxaphone, and the trust to have it go back and forth.  She remembered that this was the instrument you wanted to play!  My children play cello and viola &#8211; they love their instruments!  I remember the day they picked them.  They have played since 4th grade.  <a href="http://www.debrennersmith.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.debrennersmith.com</a></p>
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		<title>By: lynnjake</title>
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		<dc:creator>lynnjake</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:05:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a wonderful story.  My own introduction to elementary school band was a little different.  I wanted to play the flute, and wound up with tht trombone.  I only lasted three years.
Thanks,
Lynn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a wonderful story.  My own introduction to elementary school band was a little different.  I wanted to play the flute, and wound up with tht trombone.  I only lasted three years.<br />
Thanks,<br />
Lynn</p>
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		<title>By: Ms. S.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ms. S.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 12:33:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This paragraph is my favorite because of the vivid descriptions you use.  You really bruoght the story to life here!

didn’t want to even touch it, as if I might tarnish it or ruin it forever with my clumsy, dirty fingers. It was too perfect. Mrs. P showed me how to put the pieces together: how to use the neck strap so that the saxophone dangled out in front of you, perfectly weighted; where to put your fingers; how to wet the wooden reed and attach it to the mouthpiece.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This paragraph is my favorite because of the vivid descriptions you use.  You really bruoght the story to life here!</p>
<p>didn’t want to even touch it, as if I might tarnish it or ruin it forever with my clumsy, dirty fingers. It was too perfect. Mrs. P showed me how to put the pieces together: how to use the neck strap so that the saxophone dangled out in front of you, perfectly weighted; where to put your fingers; how to wet the wooden reed and attach it to the mouthpiece.</p>
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		<title>By: dogtrax</title>
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		<dc:creator>dogtrax</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was something magical about the expectations of that first instrument, and my parents were very supportive of us as musicians all along.
Kevin</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was something magical about the expectations of that first instrument, and my parents were very supportive of us as musicians all along.<br />
Kevin</p>
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		<title>By: Lennye</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lennye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:17:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love the story! My youngest wants to take up the saxophone this year.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love the story! My youngest wants to take up the saxophone this year.</p>
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		<title>By: blk1</title>
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		<dc:creator>blk1</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:13:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, music to my ears.  My coming to the sax was very different but still I could walk in your shoes and remember my own path to sax passion.  Great way to begin my day.
Bonnie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, music to my ears.  My coming to the sax was very different but still I could walk in your shoes and remember my own path to sax passion.  Great way to begin my day.<br />
Bonnie</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy Cavillones</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy Cavillones</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:13:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now, THAT is a teacher. She gave you a gift that day, and you still have that gift all these years later. Amazing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now, THAT is a teacher. She gave you a gift that day, and you still have that gift all these years later. Amazing.</p>
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