This year was the 40th anniversary of the Suzuki program I grew up in. The program back “home,” in Ontario, a place I left in 1981, where none of us lived for a while but where my sister and my mom now live again. A few months ago I had been warned that I was expected to attend the celebration at the end of April. As one who tends not to do a good job of maintaining old relationships, I tend to balk at the prospect of school and college reunions. I live more in the here and now. I’m not much of one for nostalgia. But this was different. I wanted to go.
|Fiona, my sister and me puzzling over quartet music|
My brothers were both coming. So were the kids who were part of the chamber group I grew up with. Unlike my friends in high school, my relationships with these kids had been an authentic part of who I was then … a part that had stayed with me even through the years of no contact. Now we were all pushing 50. Wow.
Erin was still in exams in Montreal. Noah and Sophie were off on tour with their choir during the week that overlapped with the beginning of the anniversary celebration. So Fiona and I decided to go just the two of us, leaving Chuck to work and to be the parent after Sophie and Noah returned. We would attend the gala weekend, then drive up to Montreal after Erin’s last exam was over and use our rental vehicle to help Erin move from the “mansion” where she’s lived the past two years to a tiny bachelor apartment in the student ghetto. And then the three of us would fly home together.
The weekend was amazing, from the family time with siblings and raucous restaurant meals to the gala catered dinner, the alumni performance I was part of to the final performance that involved alumni, alumni offspring (i.e. Fiona) and all current students playing together at the big new (to me) performing arts centre.
|Backstage at the performing arts centre with a veritable flock of Bach Double-ists|
|Most of the living room floor at Erin’s new place. Did I mention it is small?|