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So it was ninth grade, at Roehm Junior High, and I was struggling to play third-chair cornet in the band, while Eric Grulke was smoothly and easily playing first chair. "I've Grown Accustomed to her Face," I believe, is what we were working on, and, of course, he had the melody. I was mesmerized. And I realized I had a crush on him. But I was too shy to speak up.
Everything seemed to come so effortlessly for him, and I admired and envied that.
Now, of course, I realize that nothing is easy for teenagers, and appearances are deceiving.
But it is strange to think of him as body-less while I make plans to remain in mine another 25 to 30 years.
I never wholly got over my crush in high school, even though I full intended to enter the convent after graduation. I even had an acceptance letter from the convent in Youngstown. It was senior year and I was dating Tom Bates but the TWIRP dance was coming (remember? The Woman is Requested to Pay) and I saw this as my last and only chance to connect with Eric, to figure out how he worked, how he did it all so seamlessly. And I invited him, much to the chagrin of Tom and my friends. And he said yes.
My dad was our driver that night. Picked him up at his house. Went to the dance. Spent very little time together that night. And, of course, I didn't get to know him any better than I already did. He was gracious and kind and we took him home and that was that. And Tom and I went to prom.
I suppose that dance got me over any crush, but I always held a special place for him. I quit the cornet after that year, but I will always remember him in band practice. I' grew accustomed to his face.
happy birthday, old friend. and i mean that in the nicest of ways, since i too turn 70 this year! hugs and love...
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