Saturday, December 1, 2007

Tiny - big man, bigger heart

Another story of Roosevelt High School, Class of 1940

During the spring days when the sun was out, a fellow student nicknamed "Tiny" who would bring his bass violin (a cello today?) out to the porch of the school and play for us.
Everyone would bring their lunch outside and cluster around to listen - he was so talented.

And he would spin that instrument around so fast - and pluck a string on every turn. Magical even as a soloist.

It was truly amazing that someone so young could master a difficult instrument like that.

But our Head Coach 'Tiger' Bill Harroldson saw this large, 300 pound student and had visions of a football championship team led by such a lineman. So he rushed down to the University of Washington to gather up enough equipment and uniform pieces that would fit such a large individual.

And he put Tiny in that football outfit and expected him to join the team. But Tiny refused to even try the sport where he would be required to sit on his fellow students and possibly hurt them in any way.

Tiny was motivated by the power of music - by the chance of making people feel good through that alone. He wanted to make people happy through music. His heart was bigger than his body.
Upon graduation from high school, the Seattle Symphony immediately signed him to a contract.

I wish I had the chance to have saved up some money and seen him play at the Seattle Symphony... to see and hear him play on his kind of team.

The only team that Tiny would be happy to play for was an orchestra.

2 comments:

Erin said...

Proof that music is one of the most powerful forces on the planet...

Aristi said...

Well put, Erin.Not all agree. Roosevelt referred to the Italians as a bunch of opera singers. He intended this as a put-down but I can think of no greater compliment. He probably forgot that at one time the Italian legions were the dominant military force around tne entire Mediterranean.
We were the only tourists aboard a small ferry taking Italian laborers from Greece to their home in Milano. One Italian pulled his concertina from under his chair and started playing Neopolitan folk songs,Italy's musical gift to the world.