I sat down to write this blog and I can't help but find myself drawn to a personal event that recently occurred in my life. I meant to write about my upcoming concerts with Meredith Mecum and the practice that is going in to learning four new pieces in a short amount of time, but I'm drawn back to this recent event. I had trouble typing the first sentence without spontaneously bursting in to tears.
On February 15, 2012, my grandmother, Anna Jean Hershey Myers, died. She was 85 years old. Anna Jean was an incredible woman. She was born in western Pennsylvania, grew up in York Springs, PA where her father, Moses Samuel Hershey, began a chain of stores, Hershey 5-10¢ (five and dime), which eventually grew to cover a large portion of northeastern states.
After graduating from Penn State with a degree in Home Economics (she could butcher a cow and sew a dress, probably at the same time) she married my grandfather, whom she grew up with and who was, himself, a Penn State grad (and one of the first Penn State tailgaters -- so there ya' go) and who became an executive in the Howard Johnson hotel/restaurant chain. They raised their four children (two sets of two, ten years apart), Cindy, Rick, Candra (my dear mommy), and Mark in cities all over the east coast: Philadelphia, Syracuse, Atlanta, Mechanicsburg, to name a few.
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| Anna Jean with her ten grandchildren. |
My grandmother loved to sew, knit, and make all of the things. For one, each grandchild received a knitted Christmas stocking. Sometimes Anna Jean was a bit slow getting these things done. You see, she had a lot on her plate, what with her crossword puzzles, Jeopardy watching, newspaper reading, and…nope, that's it. I'm not sure that Hannah and Mia (the youngest of the grandchildren) ever received their own stockings from grandmother. Or maybe they were half-finished? When I needed to make a small pad that protects the back of my cello, Grandmother helped me pick the fabric, make a pattern, and sew it together. I use that small, maroon, velvet pad when I play the cello today. My mother and Cindy like to joke that she never vacuumed because she was "allergic" to the dust (really, she was just allergic to vacuuming) and when Cindy came to visit, the vacuum cleaner was sitting in the foyer, plugged in, ready to go, so that Cindy could vacuum her way in to the house.
In my own mind, Anna Jean is the reason that I'm a musician. Before I began playing the cello, I played the violin, and I tried desperately to fit my tiny little arms and fingers around my grandfather's full size instrument. That didn't work so well, and I eventually switched to the cello. In fourth grade, I picked up the saxophone to play in the band. My grandmother thought this was just wonderful as she had played the saxophone in the York Springs elementary school band, sometime around 1930. Somewhere in my apartment is a photo of this band, with both my grandmother and grandfather clutching their instruments.
The thought of Anna Jean honking away on a saxophone is one of the more hilarious images of her that I have in my mind. The other (which demonstrates how sheltered and protected she was as a child) is of her roller skating: Grandma Hershey, Anna Jean's mother, would only allow her to skate with one skate on, afraid that she'd fall and hurt herself if she wore both. For those who know my mother, aunt, and uncles, it's clear that Anna Jean "protected" the first set of children (Cindy and Rick) in this same way, and left it up to fate with the second set (my mother and Mark), figuring, "hey, we got it right with the first two, the second two should turn out fine...?" For those who don't know my mother, aunt, and uncles: the first set are responsible and thoughtful, and the second set are wild and CUH-RAAAZY! (and mildly responsible, harharhar)
The thought of Anna Jean honking away on a saxophone is one of the more hilarious images of her that I have in my mind. The other (which demonstrates how sheltered and protected she was as a child) is of her roller skating: Grandma Hershey, Anna Jean's mother, would only allow her to skate with one skate on, afraid that she'd fall and hurt herself if she wore both. For those who know my mother, aunt, and uncles, it's clear that Anna Jean "protected" the first set of children (Cindy and Rick) in this same way, and left it up to fate with the second set (my mother and Mark), figuring, "hey, we got it right with the first two, the second two should turn out fine...?" For those who don't know my mother, aunt, and uncles: the first set are responsible and thoughtful, and the second set are wild and CUH-RAAAZY! (and mildly responsible, harharhar)
All of that said, Anna Jean wasn't always wild about the music I was playing. My youngest brother, Cullen, has been telling a story all weekend about a recital that I gave at Penn State that Grandmother came to. First, I should give some back story: Grandmother was never rude, she was always the perfect guest. Usually, when she was out visiting with friends or family, she was was dependent on someone else to drive her home. When she was tired and ready to leave, she simply picked up her purse and held it on her lap. That was the signal. Grandma was ready to go. Though I don't remember this, Cullen claims that I walked out on stage, sat down, and began to play my first piece (I know that this would have been the Hindemith Solo Sonata, which wasn't the easiest piece for my dear Grandmother to listen to). About ten seconds in, Grandmother reached down, picked up her purse, and set it on her lap. She was ready to go. Cullen claims that I saw this, and there was a noticeable sigh from the stage while I was playing.
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| She's a pirate! |
At her funeral, my uncle Mark said that in her last few months, when she was feeling worse and worse, she would still get her hair done, and when you came to visit and compliment her new hair-do, she would smile, strike a pose and just beam with delight. One week before she died, Cullen and his girlfriend, Taryn, stopped in while home from Penn State. Though she was exhausted and weak, she managed to gather all of her strength to smile and say hello, tell them how happy she was to see them, and ask them to come back soon.
My grandmother was an extraordinarily calm, patient, and kind person. I will miss her tremendously.













