The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1919-02-14
ARTICLE XLVI-BY MRS.

Dear old Mother Goose, the patron
saint of chldren's music! How
much the children of our family
owe to her jingles. I can very dis
tinctly remember my father playing
with us and trotting us to the rhythm
of "Ride trot horse" ITO Boston,
to Boston, to buy penny bum" and
Little bow-wow to the mill"
No child thoroughly imbued with
these rhymes, will have any trouble in
compromising three and four part
rhythms, with their varied subdivis-
ions and accents. How much more
delightful to have all this rhythmic in
stinct grow up unconsciously from
happy playtime than to have it left
until child is old enough to be CON
scious of his lack in this respect and
has to go through eXacting and tire
some drills to overcome it.
Happy the child whose lot is cast
in joyous musical atmospheric There
is thus implanted in his inner being
a something which will help him to go
through many trials with a brave
heart and an unconquerable hope and
faith that this is after all a good
world
We constantly hear mothers say,
mo, my children have no talent for
music and shall not bother to have
them learn anything about it,
If I could feel that I had in all my
life made few mothers, few teach
ers, understand the difference between
music as performance and music as
life element opI tharoh,. r.
few children this power which more
than any other stirs the vital forces
by which we live. I should feel that
my share of life's troubles were
small price to pay.
A like misapprehension in the do
main of art would Danish from home
and school the beautiful pictures and
art forms which awaken love of all
that wonderful world of beauty re-
vealed to the seeing eye and the ap-
preciative mind because. perforce, so
very, very few children have anv talent
for drawing. painting or modelling.
One of the first steps in rousing
feeling for music is to lead a child to
listen. How much stress is laid in our
scheme of education upon teaching
child to observe. to see; how little
upon teaching him to hear. The eve
IS made dominant in all things and we
lose much enjoyment which a trained
sense of hearing might bring us. God
made the birds beautiful. but He also
gave them songs. so tender, so thrill
ing that the very breath stors that we
may listen. as we sit at twilight near
the home of wood thrush or song spar-
row spa
To the open ear is not the gentle
silvery murmur of the brook az Il calls
as IS MS crystal simmer in setting of
through the forest as keen a delight
green when we have followed its call
and found it home?
Let us not forget that the morning
stars sang together, and that He who
created them meant His children TO
hear their music in the melodies and
harmonies of all His great creation,
The child brought up in the civ
hasn't the beautiful sounds Of nature
rom which to get his first lesson in
lstenlng. but mother and kindercart-
1er can make use of what thcv have
Even the scissors grinder and rag
nan help us out here. One of nv IT.
lie pupils. the daughter of musical
parents. gained her first idea of imi-
ating sounds correctly from a rag
mans call. As we were having orr
esson one day we head this song
cine, was going to say float in At
he window. but the raQman's tones
IRE rather too strenuous to be called
ioting tones: "Raos RAGS. RAGS. any
I'D rags or bott's." The tune can he
written Thus Do 50 Ia sol sol do do !
'ut no words can describe the oua,;,,, |