Sunday, March 22, 2009

Fond Memories

Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the flowers is?

Used to quote that poem the first day of the last quarter of school each year. Along with it came the assignment to do instrument cleaning. Once a year, I required that all the band students clean their instruments and submit to an inspection. Yes, it really should be done monthly, but I figured this way it at least got it once a year.

Another memory - winter firedrills. These were private affairs, for the HS band only - the first incredible day in January or February when we got our isolated 70 degree day, I would send all the students out for quick one trip around the trailer, first thing in the morning. Worked much better around the trailer than around the other building. :-) One year it was nothing but mud outside.... Oh, well... Sorry, Steve Martz!

Fond memories. Thanks, Katherine, for reminding me!!


  1. My dad likes to recite that, too!! Except our version goes:
    Spring is sprung
    the grass is riz
    I wonder where the birdies is?

  2. My Dad's was:
    "Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, I wonder where the birdies is?The birds is on the wing! My word, how absurd...I thought the wing was on the bird!"

  3. AAH! Yes. I'd forgotten the end bit, but yes, my dad said that too. Shame on me forgetting!!