Indiana Interlude ( #AtoZChallenge )

       Today's post is brought to you by Indiana.  
...I dream of Indiana.  America's Heartland.  If the middle of America is its heartbeat, then Los Angeles must be a heart attack.  Living here in sunny SoCal can't be very healthy...

Indiana Dunes National Park

             We moved to Merrillville Indiana in October of 1963.  Where we lived was actually a Crown Point address at the time, but now on the map our old neighborhood shows to be in Merrillville.  We were only there for a bit less than 3 years--just long enough for me to attend middle school.  Soon after that we moved to East Tennessee where I attended high school and later college.

         In a way, our brief stay in Indiana was like an interlude in the same way that middle school (we called it junior high back then) is like an educational interlude between childhood and teen years.  Indiana was like an intermission in my life.

         This is not to cast aspersion on Indiana.  I have fond memories of living for short periods in a few Indiana towns.  There were three months spent in Terre Haute and another three months in Evansville.  They seemed like very nice towns and I enjoyed my stays in them. Then there was another somewhat peculiar, but pleasant month in a little place called Spencer.  So I know a bit about Indiana.  I have passed through the state many times over the past several years.

          If I were strongly compelled to leave California I would undoubtedly move in an eastward direction and Indiana would likely be in my top twenty states in which to relocate.  Maybe even top ten. I'd have to weigh the options before making my final decision.

         But, wait, I'm dreaming again.  I don't seem to be moving yet and still not enough compelling evidence to so.

          I guess I had another Indiana Interlude.

         Do you ever daydream about other places you'd like to live?  Where would you head if you were going to move to a different state?   Have you ever made a highly anticipated move only to be very disappointed in the end?  

My First Publicly Performed Song

            Shortly after my family moved to Crown Point, Indiana in the fall of 1963, my talent of violin playing became noticed by Mrs. Toomb, the choir teacher at Merrillville Junior High School.  Apparently some sort of music appreciation class or something like that was required for seventh graders and since she was the teacher, that's how I ended up in her class.  Mrs. Toomb took a liking to me that year primarily due to my violin playing.

             During that year, through the collective efforts of our class and some of the other music classes taught by Mrs. Toomb, we put together a musical production called Colora.   I don't really remember the exact story of Colora, but it was a sort of fairy tale which had something to do with making the sad king smile.  In this kingdom everyone was identified by a particular color or color scheme.   A member or members of each color group had to present their talent in a skit or musical number in order to attempt to make the king smile. 

             Mrs. Toomb requested that anyone who was able to write music and wanted to participate could submit an original song or piece of music to be considered for the musical production which would be presented to the public.  Also, she asked for students to try out their talents to be a part of the production.  I had a talent to present and a song to offer.

            Since I had already played violin in a choral production earlier in the school year, I offered up my talent of juggling.  My next door neighbor, Gordon, had learned to juggle from my sister and me, and he and I auditioned a simple juggling routine.  No one else offered the talent of juggling, so Gordon and I were readily chosen to be in the production.  We were designated as the Plaid Lads and the color scheme of our costumes would be shades of green, blue, and red in a plaid pattern.  We decided to juggle brightly colored wooden croquet balls--a somewhat hazardous choice of juggling props!

          The song I submitted was an instrumental which may have been influenced by a movement of a Haydn symphony, but was originally a song I made up to taunt my sister with the ignoble lyrics: "With her pants pulled down, with her pants pulled down, she goes around with her pants pulled down." Needless to say I submitted the song sans lyrics.  It was turned into a jaunty accordion duet that was to be played by two young men whose color theme was crimson.

          The Colora production was well received by all in its two performances.  I don't really remember much of the music except for my little ditty and the opening strains of the theme song that started out, "Over the rainbow--Colora".  There were probably about twenty songs in all, each sung by soloists, ensembles, and the choir or played instrumentally or as backing for dance routines.  And of course there was Gordon and I as the juggling Plaid Lads.

           Afterwards, Mrs. Toomb was so excited by the musical that she attempted to get someone interested in having it published and presented as a professional production.  I don't know what happened with her efforts--we never heard anything about it after that.  But I think it was quite an entertaining production with some fine songs.  It was the first time one of my compositions was performed by other artists on stage before an audience.  Too bad they didn't have video cameras back then.  It would have been nice to have had that memory other than only in my mind.