Monday, June 25, 2012
"Thank you," I said. "Your parents taught you well."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
I smiled and rather nonchalantly followed him. He walked straight to the register and asked for a 25 cent box of Mike and Ike candy. He dropped the quarter onto the counter. It clanked. It had a joyous sound.
"Here," I said, "Let me pay for that for you and why don't you get something for your siblings too. Do you have siblings?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, "I have a little brother. I was going to share this box of Mike and Ike's with him."
"Well, why don't you get him a box and anything else you might like," I said. "Now, I'm not big on junk food, but tonight let's just say that it will be a special treat."
"Really, ma'am?" he asked.
"Really," I said. "Go ahead. Have you had dinner?"
"Yes, ma'am" he said. "I got a bad sweet tooth."
"Most kids do," I said. "But remember this is just a special treat and please be careful not to eat so much sugar and junk food every day."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
I went to get my favorite summer drink, Bombay and a bottle of tonic water. The kid went for chips, a bigger box of Swedish jelly fish candy and a 16 oz bottle of soda.
"Remember," I said, as he brought the junk food to the counter, "this is a special treat."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, beaming from ear to ear.
"I'm going to give you this and I want you to pay for your own treat and you can keep the change."
His eyes got the size of silver dollar pancakes.
"Really, ma'am?" he asked stunned. Really seems to have been his favorite word.
"Really," I said, smiling.
"Thank you so much," he said.
"You're so welcome," I said. "What's your name?"
"Leviticus, ma'am" he said.
"Wow, Leviticus?" I asked.
"Yes, ma'am. It's the third book of the Bible," he said confidently.
Apparently, the name was one of distinction for him. It's originality had no ill affect.
"I know the book well," I said.
Tears circled my eyes, but I didn't know why. There was such a hush about the meeting, a beauty about the kid. Leviticus is a book of rules, but it is also one of distinction. I pray that this kid will make an impact. By his demeanor and composure, he seems to have been given a good start.
On the big day I walked out center stage. "What have you prepared for us?" Karen asked. She and Joan Hill, the lyricist, were conducting the audition. They sat in the middle of the auditorium which seemed huge to me. "Amazing Grace," I said. "Great. You can begin when you're ready," said Karen. As I was singing, she and Joan were talking. What are they talking about, I wondered, almost losing my concentration. "That was really great," said Karen, walking up to the stage and replacing the pianist. "Can you sing 'Happy Birthday to You?'" "Yes," I said puzzled, thinking that was a silly request.
I sang this silly song, not once but three times. Being rather vocal, I told her that I thought it was a ridiculous request, and to sing it not only once but three times was just plain silly. I was upset, especially since my voice cracked on the high note the third time around. I was so embarrassed and ran off the stage. She followed me, gently taking my hand and bringing me back center stage.
"Did you know that you have a 3 octave range?" she asked. "No, what's that?" I asked. "You sang a high C," she said. "Not many singers can sing that note so effortlessly." "I cracked," I said. "Yes, but that was on a high E" she said. "Three notes higher." It was all Swahili to me. She walked to the piano and began playing "'Do a Deer." "I know that song," I said. "Yes, it's from the Sound of Music." she said. "Yes!" I said. It was a favorite. "Sing it along with me," she said.
We sang the song three different times and she explained to me that each letter of the song represented a note which added up to a scale. I understood that and could sing that scale three times from top to bottom in different ranges, as she said "rather effortlessly."
"Okay," I said. "But what does that mean?" "It means that you have a very wide range and not many people have that," she said. "Oh, I guess that's good?" I asked. "That's great!" she said. "Can you stay after school and meet me in the principle's office." Suddenly, I felt as if I was in trouble. I was always a kind kid, but my head often raced well ahead of my maturity and I often spoke out of turn. Going to the principle's office was never a good thing. "I would rather not," I said. "Oh, it's a very good thing," she said. "I'm going to call your mother and tell her what a great gift you have."
Karen wrote a song for me and included it in the operetta. I was the only kid to have a song which had three verses that was adapted to my natural way of singing. It had cadenzas, somewhat in the style of the black church, with a flavor of the Spanish style of the operetta she had written for us. The song was called, "Gather 'Round Me Noble Rancheros." I could sing all verses today. I have never forgotten the melody or words.
Throughout my entire life Karen has supported my mother and my talent. She employed me since the very day we met, helping to arrange her music scores and correspondence, and hired me to sing at their Christmas parties at their gorgeous home in Bloomfield Hills. She got sponsors to pay for my piano lessons and saw to it that I had lunch and bus fare to get back and forth to when I entered high school. The school was nowhere near my house and it took me three buses to get there. She had called the School Center Building and spoke to the music director of the Detroit Public Schools to make sure that I had everything that I needed.
We didn't have a car when I was in high school and Karen let me use her spare car whenever I wanted or needed it. It was like my car. She also paid for anything that I needed that my mother could not afford. She was raising 12 children alone. She never asked what I needed, but just saw to it that I had what I needed. When I entered college she helped to pay for my first trip to Europe where I spent the summer backpacking with a friend. For the trip, took me to London Luggage and bought me a beautiful set of luggage with my initials. I still have pieces of that luggage set. It was good stuff. She taught me about architecture, driving me often through my neighborhood that looked nothing like hers, pointing out the beauty of the architecture, causing me to appreciate my environment. I just felt good about that. At the time, I didn't know why. She was teaching me to love myself.
My photographer took this photo of Karen at the opening of my jazz series at the Detroit Opera House last Thursday and it so warmed my heart. As I was singing, I saw her beaming with pride. It made me feel so good. Afterwards, I asked her how I did. She has always been one of my biggest supporters and she has always been very honest. She has a discerning ear. She did not answer right away, but tears filled her eyes. She then said, "You were brilliant. I love you, Judith." We embraced and she introduced me to the kid sitting with her. He's in middle school and she had told him all about me. "Now, when time allows," she said. "I want to tell you about him."
The kid smiled. I smiled. Karen smiled.
It was a beautiful evening.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
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Sunday, January 22, 2012
"Might you have any more of these?" I asked.
"Let met check with grocery," the cashier said.
"Are those good?" another lady asked.
"They're the best," I said.
"What's in it?" she asked.
"It has 25% aloe vera juice and pulp," I said.
"I always like to see what other people are buying," she said.
"It has only 60 calories per serving and it's not very sweet," I said.
"I'd like to try it," she said.
"Here, take this one," I said with a slight inner twinge. I wanted it so bad.
"No, you go ahead," she said. "I'll remember the name for another time."
"Please take it," I insisted, feeling good about my decision.
She stood there looking into my eyes. She was always welcoming, but suddenly there was such softness around her eyes and mouth.
"That is so very nice of you," she said. "Thank you."
"You'll love it!" I said. "It's so refreshing."
"You are so kind," she said.
"When I see you again you'll have to tell me how you enjoyed it," I said.
"I sure will," she said beaming. "You're so kind."
"Blessings!" I said. "I'll see you again."
Offering that drink may not have been a huge gesture, but I felt really good about it and from the look on her face she did too. Let's be sure to practice kindness daily. Often times it's the small gestures that mean so much.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
"Should I lay it on the counter," he asked the attendant. "There are eight dollars here."
"No," she said. "Give it to me. I'll count it. But wait right there though."
As the attendant counted mostly dimes and nickles and a few quarters, they seem to sparkle. They were so clean. Shortly thereafter his wife came in and gave him a gentle hug, but not before giving more change.
"Here, I found another dollar," said the wife, lovingly caressing her husband's shoulders, handing the change to the attendant, and stepping back out quickly.
"Please give the change back to him," I said. "If you don't mind sir, I'd like to fill up your gas tank today."
"Really? You would?" he asked.
Yes, sir," I said, making sure to put that particular handle on his name again. Not being able to adequately provide for your family must be humiliating.
"Thank you so very much," he said. "May God richly bless you."
I waited for them to fill their van up. It took some time. My car is smaller.
"They must be on e flat," the attendant said.
"That's okay," I responded.
"Look," said the attendant, "he's crying."
After paying for the gas, I thought of how I might leave the station without running into them to avoid a sense of obligation. But that didn't work. They were both coming in my direction with tears streaming down their faces.
"We just asked God if he could provide a means for us to get to prayer," the wife said. "God answered our prayers."
She gave me a big hug and thanked me profusely. I mentioned that there is no other reason for our existence on the planet, save to be a help to one another.
"Do you have little ones?" I asked.
"Yes, the husband said. "We have four. Two are in the van."
"Beautiful. "And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus," I quoted.
"Amen," they responded.
"Now, Father, we ask you to bless our dear sister 100 fold," he said. "Whatever her needs are, meet them. It's done."
There was a big group hug. When I got into my car I wept. Let's always be sure to consider the needs of others. In doing so we are blessed.