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Talent Quest
Posted On 07/27/2020 07:52:38 by texasjane

I am not quite sure how old I was when the quest for finding my talent began.  I think it really started, in my mind, one night when we were all watching the Miss America pageant on TV.

Each girl would come out and do something to showcase her talent.  It was easy for my younger sister.  She sang about everything.  Singing came natural to her. When I tried to sing the dogs would howl and people around me would scrunch up their faces and put their hands over their ears.  I never tried for a note I could not crack.  It seemed I was destined not to sing.  My parents did not give up.

I had watched one girl play the fiddle.  I wanted to do that.  A short time later I was enrolled in a music course with a music teacher and a rented violin.  I was learning all about how to hold the instrument and how to stroke the stings with the bow.  I was making progress until a little boy also enrolled in the class.  He seemed to think it was his duty to  pull my pony tail and constantly try to annoy me during our lesson.  I had warned him several times to stop his unwanted behavior but he did not listen.  My violin lessons came to an abrupt stop when I smashed the instrument over the little boy's head.

Next, my father brought home a base fiddle which I proceeded to step into while trying to get it to balance.   Oh, yes I did also take piano.  I could not pick up the instrument and smash anyone with it or step into it to hurt it.  I learned several songs.  Our recital was interesting.  We had two sets of songs to play.  One set for an early show and then another set for a later show.  I got the two mixed up so I was playing one set while everyone else was playing the second.  You can well imagine how that went... Everyone stopped and I finished the show, did my bow, and left.  I was the only one delighted that I had not missed a single note.  I think my timing may have been off though.  Both performances finished about ten minutes earlier than they were supposed to so the acts following us were not quite ready.  My parents were asked to not renew my lessons.

The next step... dance.   It was decided that maybe my talents might be more along the line of dance.  I took ballet.  I loved it.  I got one of my childhood nick names during this period.  I fell beautifully.  I could leap into the air but always landed a little off center.  I could twirl but stopped when my face hit the floor.  My grandmother used to say I was the most graceful dead swan on the stage.  I could not keep time so I was always either ahead or behind the music.    Then we got into tap.  That was a blast.  I loved tap dancing.  I could click along with the best of them.  I got so excited about tap dancing I put taps on my hands and would go into hand stands and click across the floor on my hands.  Not exactly called for in any routine.

Finally, we got into gymnastics.  Gymnastics was my saving grace so to speak. I loved it.  I could twirl, do splits, tumble and toss my body anywhere I wanted it to go.  I could do it on uneven parallel and balance beams.  I could do cartwheels, hand stands, and back bends that left everyone saying, Wow.  I had found my talent.  I sure was glad.  We were running out of things to try.  I had begun to think I did not have a talent.

Grandmother would always say I had hidden talents.  You don't know many times I would just sit and try to figure out where I had hidden them.  I had learned to draw but never considered that a talent.  It was just something anyone could learn to do.  I learned to paint but again something anyone could do.  I did mine on my bedroom walls.  I would draw murals on one wall of the bedroom I shared with my sister.  It would be of some place I had seen in a magazine.  It would always have animals in it and some nature trail of some sort.

I had thought once when I was thinking about trying to find a job.  What would I put down as a talent?  The idea of putting down that I could meow like a cat, bark like a dog, or chatter like a squirrel did not seem to fit any job description.  Knowing how to destroy musical instruments also did not seem like a good thing.  Good at tumbling and gymnastics... only if I was going to join the circus.  Which for a while, I thought, at least an option.

I had no talents growing up.  I never developed one.  I even took choir later in high school and was told I would get an A for the course if I would not show up.  My grandmother use to tell me I had an ability to make people laugh.  Again, that was something she taught me to do.
When I retired my gymnastic talents also retired.  I still love good music to listen to.  Music played a bit part of my life.  Two of my husbands were very talented musicians.  I appreciated the beauty of a perfectly cut gem stone because my father had taught me.  I learned to help others see their own talents and develop them.

Maybe working with children with disabilities was the right thing for me because I could see in them the talents no one else could see.  The hidden talents.

We all have them.  They come with compassion for our fellow man.  The best part of hidden talents is you can take them with you when you retire.  You can develop an insight to something funny one day and something useful the next.  Helping others see themselves as productive and viable; takes a talent.  It is not a talent you can see.  Teaching is also a talent you cannot see but must be observed.

Relish every moment that shows you someone's hidden talents.  Then make sure to tell them what you saw.  Acknowledgment is the food hidden talents need to grow.


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07/27/2020 21:38:06


yourchoice wrote:
I enjoyed your comments so very much.  My second husband played the organ beautifully.  He actually got to play the big one in Salt Lake City once.  It was an awesome thing for him.  He did not read music.  He played by ear.  He could hear it on the radio and then sit down and play it.  He was playing professionally when he was 8 years old. He had an amazing talent.  My last husband played all the horns, keyboards and the fiddle.  He was almost a one man band.  His favorite was the tennor sax.  He play the trumpet beautifully but his passion was the saxophone.  He played all the saxophones and the trumpet, and even the French horn when he was showing off.  He could sing too.  He was a charming man.  He picked me out of a crowd one night at a night club.  He followed me home.  I was totally unaware of all this.  Then in the wee hours of the morning I was awaken by music.  I went to the front window and there he was, on one knee, playing "On The Street Where You Live" on his sax.  I fell in love instantly.  A year later we were married.  Music has always been a part of my life.  I enjoyed it so much.  I could always tell when someone was just a tiniest bit off key but could not get to that key myself.  My voice always cracked.  You may have felt like you missed something by having to practice.  You made so many people happy and taught yourself the joy of music.  I celebrate anyone who could do that.  Thank you for your awesome words.

I really wish that you lived down my street so that I could visit with you. We would have lots of things to talk about, exchange ideas, a learn. I'm not sure if I have a particular 'talent'. Music is my thing... with a few exceptions. These days, I think there is a fine line between music and noise... but that's just my opinion. I took music lessons for almost 14 years... first on the piano, then electric organ, then pipe organ. It was my Mom who enjoyed my music the most. I sang in a choir and participated in a music group in our church, and there was always a piano or organ in our home. time. However, deep down I wished that I could learn to play a musical instrument that I could carry in a case. It's a little difficult to take a piano to a wiener roast!!!!!

The opportunity came when I got my first job in a small town... I bought a used saxaphone and found a teacher at the Bible School in town. I had exactly three lessons before my teacher accepted a job offer in another province, ... and I had a saxaphone for sale!

I still have a passion for music... classical, jazz, southern gospel, worship hymns, country, and bluegrass! I don't juggle records, cassette tapes, or DVDs now... I get lots of practice on YouTube and PBS. I wonder if that would be classed as a talent?



07/27/2020 16:20:00

I really wish that you lived down my street so that I could visit with you. We would have lots of things to talk about, exchange ideas, a learn. I'm not sure if I have a particular 'talent'. Music is my thing... with a few exceptions. These days, I think there is a fine line between music and noise... but that's just my opinion. I took music lessons for almost 14 years... first on the piano, then electric organ, then pipe organ. It was my Mom who enjoyed my music the most. I sang in a choir and participated in a music group in our church, and there was always a piano or organ in our home. time. However, deep down I wished that I could learn to play a musical instrument that I could carry in a case. It's a little difficult to take a piano to a wiener roast!!!!!

The opportunity came when I got my first job in a small town... I bought a used saxaphone and found a teacher at the Bible School in town. I had exactly three lessons before my teacher accepted a job offer in another province, ... and I had a saxaphone for sale!

I still have a passion for music... classical, jazz, southern gospel, worship hymns, country, and bluegrass! I don't juggle records, cassette tapes, or DVDs now... I get lots of practice on YouTube and PBS. I wonder if that would be classed as a talent?



07/27/2020 14:48:42

You tried about everything lol! But you did find your talent. Helping people find their hidden talents. That's priceless!



07/27/2020 09:28:30


Jane wrote:
As usual your comments hit home.  I do so appreciate you telling about your efforts in finding your talent.  I could actually imagine getting on and off the street car with the huge instrument.  I laughed out loud when you told about your husband.  My husband would not let me sing in church.  He said the best I could do for God is to mouth the words so that everyone else could stay on key.  I still... there is not a note I cannot crack.  I just cannot sing.  Oh, how I wanted to.  My sister had such a wonderful voice and it was natural.  Still, the hidden talents are the most precious.  You are very cherished.  Thank you for being my friend.

Profound and thought provoking, helpful to read. I know I went through the same search - "what am I good at? What talent?"  and survived the many things I tried. In order to get to take trumpet lessons, I had to finish the 3rd grade Thompson Book on the piano. I worked hard, learned the pieces and received the "well done" from my teacher and then started to learn the trumpet. After playing it in the school "orchestra" for 6mo. and practicing at home,my parents asked how I would like to take lessons on the cello, to take part in a church orchestra that needed a celloist? I agreed-(I would be needed!) and took lessons that meant 2 transfers on the streetcars in Pittsburgh to get to my teacher's home. Try carrying a cello onto and off a  streetcar. I took lessons in college (because they needed a cello in the college orchestra)- I found my niche - then years later, I stopped playing because my husband said it sounded like a "sick cat" when I played. I tradede my cello in so that my son's trombone could be "-releathered". Liife is a series of steps, or trials - the result is an interesting challenge to me.  Loved reading your story.   j.



07/27/2020 08:59:29

Profound and thought provoking, helpful to read. I know I went through the same search - "what am I good at? What talent?"  and survived the many things I tried. In order to get to take trumpet lessons, I had to finish the 3rd grade Thompson Book on the piano. I worked hard, learned the pieces and received the "well done" from my teacher and then started to learn the trumpet. After playing it in the school "orchestra" for 6mo. and practicing at home,my parents asked how I would like to take lessons on the cello, to take part in a church orchestra that needed a celloist? I agreed-(I would be needed!) and took lessons that meant 2 transfers on the streetcars in Pittsburgh to get to my teacher's home. Try carrying a cello onto and off a  streetcar. I took lessons in college (because they needed a cello in the college orchestra)- I found my niche - then years later, I stopped playing because my husband said it sounded like a "sick cat" when I played. I tradede my cello in so that my son's trombone could be "-releathered". Liife is a series of steps, or trials - the result is an interesting challenge to me.  Loved reading your story.   j.





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