An ad in Life magazine noted that WWII-era servicemen were fond of claiming that "[w]hatever beach-head they stormed, they always found notices chalked up ahead of them, that 'Kilroy was here. Fort Knox 's vault was loaded in and inaccessible until the s, when an audit was carried out and the footage was shot. This began leading Hitler to believe that Kilroy could be the name or codename of a high-level Allied spy. At the time of the Potsdam Conference init was rumored that Stalin found "Kilroy was here" written in the VIPs' bathroom, prompting him to ask his aides who Kilroy was.
Getting to Know Me Let me introduce myself. My name is Isabel Bradley. There have been changes: As a child I was loved and pampered by musical parents. My earliest memories are of one or oth er of my parents sitting at the piano to learn another song, another duet; or of Dad playing the flute.
Dad was a baritone, Mum a soprano. My brother, Roger, took piano lessons, and was soon good enough to accompany both Mum and Dad in their singing. At the age of eight, I asked Dad to teach me to play the flute.
Sitting side by side with Dad on the old green couch, my first music lessons were on his ebony piccolo, that shrill, small version of the flute.
Within a year my little fingers had grown just enough, and Dad bought me my own flute. I took lessons with the best teachers in Johannesburg: Cecilia Chippy Yutar, who instilled in m e a love for making music, then later Monsieur Lucien Grujon. Apart from my musical education, I spent twelve years at school learning all the usual things.
My favourite subject at school was English. I passed all my school-leaving subjects adequately, but in English I received a distinction. Along with the distinction came a love of poetry, reading and writing.
Any kind of writing. I took a secretarial course at a business college, and worked as a secretary for many years, while remaining a member of various amateur orchestras and chamber-music groups.
When I found myself working mornings-only as a school secretary, I took on flute students after hours, teaching adults for at least twenty years. I currently perform mainly as a soloist and as a member of the Rand Symphony Orchestra, http: On a shelf, awaiting the effort of re-writing and finding a publisher, is my novel.
This post is adapted from my first posting in Openwriting. I look forward to sharing the musings of a musician on many and varied subjects, as the fancy takes me over the next weeks, months, and perhaps even years!
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