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Noise level
Aug. 17th, 2006 04:39 pmMy mother has been an elementary school teacher for over fourty years; she retired this summer.
My mother has hated music playing in the background ever since I've known her. She hated music from the radio, my cassette recorder, the record player, CDs, anything. The nattering TV was allowed, but no music.
She had lots of old vinyl records of classical music, but never listened to them. At all. She said she had enough of a noise level at school, she wanted quiet at home or in the car.
When I was young, I never fought with her about what music I listened to, or how loudly I listened to music. It was about me listening to music at all where she could hear it.
We're on this holiday with a new car, one that can play one radio station while monitoring another that has traffic announcements. Last Sunday, when we drove to Schleswig to see Vikings in Haithabu, and bog bodies in a museum, she found a classical radio station. A classically classic one which plays Bach and Mozart and Beethoven and nothing else.
And she started listening to it, and turning it on again and again, whenever we drive a bit farther.
After four weeks of retirement, my mother has lived down her dreaded noise level and listens to her formerly beloved classical music again.
I find that strangely moving and now consider giving her a collection of Mozart CDs for next Christmas...
My mother has hated music playing in the background ever since I've known her. She hated music from the radio, my cassette recorder, the record player, CDs, anything. The nattering TV was allowed, but no music.
She had lots of old vinyl records of classical music, but never listened to them. At all. She said she had enough of a noise level at school, she wanted quiet at home or in the car.
When I was young, I never fought with her about what music I listened to, or how loudly I listened to music. It was about me listening to music at all where she could hear it.
We're on this holiday with a new car, one that can play one radio station while monitoring another that has traffic announcements. Last Sunday, when we drove to Schleswig to see Vikings in Haithabu, and bog bodies in a museum, she found a classical radio station. A classically classic one which plays Bach and Mozart and Beethoven and nothing else.
And she started listening to it, and turning it on again and again, whenever we drive a bit farther.
After four weeks of retirement, my mother has lived down her dreaded noise level and listens to her formerly beloved classical music again.
I find that strangely moving and now consider giving her a collection of Mozart CDs for next Christmas...
