Happy Thursday! Thursdays sort of sneak up on me. I realize there is one in every week, but we have such full days on Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s, Thursday’s are a calm after the storm sort of day. One of those days I would love to stay in bed for longer….. But alas….that never seems to happen.
I guess I should stop blathering, and get back to what we have been doing in our study of Beethoven. We are beginning to leave the tragedy of his early years and progress on to a time in his life where he began to perform out side of the home. At the ripe old age of 10 he was composing. He was writing music his hands were too small to play, yet he knew he would grow and play them later.
He was beginning to astound people with his ability to read and play the most difficult of musical scores at first sight. At 14 his father’s voice, the chief source of income for the family was gone. The responsibility now fell to Beethoven to earn a living for his family.
At 14? Times are so different now, any given 14 year old now, in affluent western culture, would be hard pressed to earn a living for their family. As we studied this week we compared and contrasted Beethoven’s childhood with Hunters. Very few similarities seemed to be found. It gave Hunter an opportunity to list a few differences that he was thankful for.
This picture is courtesy of the SJSU website, Beethoven is preforming for his friends in an intimate setting. Everyone looks so pensive and thoughtful. Listen to this: Violin Concerto in D Major Opus 61 by Beethoven. See if you think it “feels” pensive and thoughtful. As if you could sit on the edge of the ocean, staring into the horizon as the sun sets, and review the tides of emotion in your day, your month, your year, perhaps even your life.