
​​Welcome to SUMMER!! Oh, how I LOVE the warm temps and sunny days. Almost makes up for the frigid of January...almost. :)! ​​​​
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MHSS is on a short break as we all finish up the last days of the school year and leap into summer plans. Scheduling for SUMMER TERM is still open, and while times are filling up, there is still availability. Summer Term begins the week of June 17th and runs through August 21st. MHSS offers great flexibility with scheduling and tuition in regards to summer camps/vacations/VBS, etc....so don't let those plans push you away from keeping fingers playing this summer (or STARTING!).
Reach out to me today if you're interested in securing a lesson time this summer and joining the FUN of Summer Term at MHSS!
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*I am also working to secure a sweet outreach-performance opportunity at a local elderly-care facility later this summer. This will be open to ALL MHSS students (summer and last school-year). Perform a new piece or dust off your May Recital pieces and bring some musical joy to another heart! I'll be in touch with those details when they are finalized. :)
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The Touch of the Master's Hand
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks?" he cried. "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three?" "Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three...
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But, no. From the room far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow. Then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loosened strings, he played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said "What am I bidden for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
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"A thousand dollars! And who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice, and going and GONE!" said he.
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The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand. What changed it's worth?" Swift came the reply, "The touch of the Master's Hand."
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And many a soul with a life out-of-tune, battered and scarred within, is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd. Much like the old violin. But the master comes and the foolish crowd never can quite understand, the worth of a soul and the change that it wrought...by the Touch of the Master's Hand.
Myra Brooks Welch
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