Zachary gets a new trumpet
In 1951, just as I turned 10, my parents built a house at 721 Devonshire Road in Dayton, Ohio that would be in the family for the next 53 years. I transfered schools from Lincoln to Belmont Elementary around Thanksgiving of that year. I remember the kids in the general music class there were playing tonettes (a recorder like instrument). Miss Viola Benz, the music teacher, sent me to the cloak room with Pamela Peerce to bring me up to speed on reading music. In a flash everything clicked -- I was finally ready to 'read' music and started from that time forward to devour everything I could in music. About that time, too, a kid (Dick Braden) came to our 5th grade class and played a trumpet solo. I was hooked! The sound he produced, to my ears then, was glorious -- and I wanted to learn how to make that kind of magic. With very little urging, my parents bought me an old cornet for $15 from a veteran musician who had played in circus bands for part of his life. I was thrilled and began to take private lessons in sixth grade from Carl Forbriger, the orchestra and chorus teacher at Belmont Elementary. It has been my pleasure to visit Mr. Forbriger in Dayton in recent years -- but more about that at another time. After about four months Mr. Forbriger recommended that I take lessons from Paul Blagg, the principal trumpet in the Dayton Philharmonic. I remember the first thing Mr. Blagg recommended was a new trumpet -- an Olds Embassador -- which my good friend and trumpet cohort, Gary Spahr, had just been given by his parents. Then in one of the initial lessons, Mr. Blagg told me that to be a successful trumpet player, I needed to have a really fine embouchure. Not knowing what that was, I ran upstairs from his studio at Roetter's Music Store in downtown Dayton, and asked Mr. Roetter how much it would cost to buy a really fine embouchure. The whole place cracked up! Well I made very fast progress...went to Interlochen Music Camp in my freshman and sophomore summers in HS and had graduated to a very expensive ($320.00 in 1956) Olds Mendez trumpet when I entered high school. (Rafael Mendez had been one of my early idols, and I had the pleasure to hear and meet him when I was very young.)[Zachary gets Hal's trumpet for his 9th birthday]
But, for now, fast forward half a century to September, 2006. I'm sitting at home in Las Vegas. Phone rings. It's my eight year old grandson, Zachary, in Jacksonville, Florida. "Guess what papa!?" he says excitedly. "I'm going to play trumpet in my school band!" I said something like "Great for you kiddo...you'll have a lot of fun!" "It was all my decision, papa," he said. He then got a rental trumpet to start out with, and I thought then how that old Olds Mendez would be a perfect birthday gift for him in October (2006). It took sometime to find that horn that hadn't been played in 35 years. But under one of the beds...there it was all tarnished and in desparate need of a major dose of TLC. I took it to Kessler's Music in Las Vegas and had it thoroughly refurbished, bought a new case for it...and off Betsy and I went to Jacksonville for the October birthday festivities. Needless to say, Zachary was thrilled to have a shiney 'good as new' trumpet to show off to his buddies in band. And now, some weeks later, he's saying things to his dad like "maybe I'll be a trumpet player when I grow up!" Well, Zachary, whatever you become just be sure to work hard and have fun with it....and make sure you have a really fine embouchure-- not to mention a stiff upper lip!
[Zach and his band buddies]










