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Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra, 1966.
Well I had a funny feeling this was the case back
when I wrote my short story "Winter Skies" last November.
But I was only able to confirm it this morning.
I don't even know what to say. Grief — I have to
learn not to clutch so much, but it is difficult
in this case.
Olive Rhodes
"Olive M. Rhodes Died on September 1, 2008. She was born in Milwaukee, WI
on May 27, 1914. She studied music at Wisconsin State Teachers College,
majoring in violin. She conducted the Cudahy, WI High School band for
four years in the early 1940s. She had a great relationship with her
students and for many years has kept in touch with "her kids," now
mostly grandparents. She also went to Northwestern University Music
School, where she studied with David Moll, violinist in the Chicago
Symphony. In 1945 she joined the Indianapolis Symphony, where she met
George Rhodes, a trombonist. They were married in 1950. She performed
with the I.S.O until their retirement in 1982. During some of those
years she studied with Mischa Mischakof, concertmaster with the N.B.C.
Orchestra and the Detroit Symphony, and with David Dawson at the I.U.
School of Music. She taught violin at Butler University. After retiring
in 1982 she and George enjoyed ballroom dancing and took many trips in
Europe, Africa, and the Pacific. They spent 20 years taking canoe trips
in the Boundary Waters Wilderness Area of Northern Minnesota and Canada,
and then spent 27 more summer vacations in a cabin at Golden Eagle Lodge
on Flour Lake in northern Minnesota, where they canoed and hiked daily,
and made many good friends. Olive will be remembered by George and her
many friends for her friendly, fun loving personality, and for her fine
musicianship."
Violinist, beloved teacher, second mother.
Live Again…
My sympathies and condolences, Ed. :(She will always live in your memory of her, and it's clear that you are richer for knowing and studying with her.
I echo Richard's sentiments, Edward. And I add that we, too, are richer for your having known and studied with her.:heart:
It is always interesting how a knowledge is spread – from one person to another. And sometimes we remember those who gave us a knowledge or a skill, forever. Like someone will remember us, when we pass that further.
There's an old Chinese proverb going something like this:“Tell me and I'll forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I'll understand.”My grandfather always said to me, 'If you want to leave an expression on the World that will last after you are gone, become a teacher…'He was a carpenter, I became a writer.
Thank you all so much. Since each of you seemed to express sentiments/thoughts in the same vein, I'll just do one response to all of your comments — very much appreciated.Yes, she was a teacher. I don't know how many students she had along the way. When I was studying with her she was teaching music students at Butler, but was also teaching some kids. I was her oldest non-college student even when I started with her. Some of these students may have gone on to become professional musicians. I personally knew two of her students who became music teachers themselves — one of whom taught at my high school. Some may simply have taken music down the path with them as an avocation. And some, like me, may even have given up the instrument. But no matter which of these I am sure that each one of us took the great gifts that she gave us — her teaching in so many ways, her care, concern, and perhaps most of all her bright spirit.
What a sweet tribute you've given her, Edward.:heart: