Taking in the latest stop on the grandson concert tour

FATHER’S DAZE
Emmitt B. Feldner  for The Review

We can add another name to the list of can’t miss concerts.

No, it’s not Springsteen or Dylan or McCartney or U2, it’s somebody way more important – our grandson, Aiden.

Aiden started kindergarten this year and his school’s winter concert was last week.

It was in the morning on a weekday, but while Mee-Mee had to work – unfortunately – it was a slow day for Poppie and I was able to get away for the big event.

It did mean that I got to watch the concert through the viewfinder of a digital camera, making sure I got the entire show on video so Mee-Mee could see it later.

Aiden didn’t do anything that would make the video go viral – and neither did any of his classmates – but it was our mostwatched video.

Aiden’s school is unique in that it is all kindergarten classes – the school district puts all its kindergartens in one building, then spreads them out among several different elementary schools starting in first grade.

It meant that the kindergarteners had the stage – all right, a bunch of risers in the gymnasium, to be precise – all to themselves.

Aiden’s mom and I were close enough to the front of the room that he could see exactly where we were – which meant he missed nearly the entire first song, he was so busy waving to the two of us.

He finally focused on what he was there for by the time the group launched into their second song – there were about five or six different classrooms singing together in the concert.

Further on in the program, to demonstrate the concepts of beat and pitch, the music teacher had several of the students from one of the classes play toy xylophones to accompany a song.

Aiden was one of those chosen to bang on the xylophone, so I made sure I got that on video for Mee-Mee.

I’m not sure if that’s how Lionel Hampton or Milt Jackson got their start, but Aiden was having a good time banging away.

Whether he grasped the musical concepts he was demonstrating or not, I can’t say – probably because I don’t understand them and wouldn’t be able to recognize them if he was doing them right.

Unfortunately, when it comes to musical talent, I got stuck with less than none – but I do appreciate a good grandson performance.

We’ve already had several years of watching our oldest grandson, Ty, in school concerts and, years before that, his father, uncle and aunt in years of school concerts.

Unlike some bigger concerts, we don’t have any t-shirts or ticket stubs to show for any of them – we’re still waiting for one of the schools to try that – but we do have the requisite supply of great memories.

After his concert, Aiden made sure to grab me and introduce his Poppie to all his little friends and his teacher.

His teacher said she’d heard all about me – a comment that’s usually followed by the serving of an arrest warrant or a restraining order, but not this time, fortunately.

Aiden took his mom and I back to his classroom, where he showed me his cubby and gave his mom a Valentine’s Day card he’d made for her in class.

He tried to talk us into staying for lunch, but I had to get back to work and Julia was riding with me, so we begged off.

After all, my kindergarten reimmersion can only go so far.

But maybe we can make it into dinner and a show at the next stop on the grandson concert tour.


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