A vivid childhood memory of mine is of taking the city bus downtown on Wednesdays for the music at noon concerts, held at MacDougal church. There, my mother, sister and I would find a table, unpack our bagged lunches, and wait for the music to start while crunching carrot sticks and having sandwiches. I clearly remember the smell of the coffee brewing in the church basement, the sound of chairs scraping on the old wooden floor, and watching the business people mixed in with the retirees and children in the audience.
Every week was different - sometimes solo piano, or a singer, a string quartet, oboe and clarinet... whatever the music was, I remember being engaged. The 40 minute program was perfectly matched to my kid-sized attention span.
I recently brought my own 11 month old to a music at noon concert. All the familiar things were still there. May the tradition carry on!
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