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Articles: My Thoughts | Persistence
- Miss Anveshitha Anveshitha
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When I was a little girl, my grandmother would often get out her violin and play it to me at naptime. I remember wanting more than anything to be able to play as well as her.
She began teaching me on my sixth birthday. I was excited just to hold the well-crafted instrument and make any kind of sound that resembled music, but frustration soon set in. After only a few months, I was upset that I could not play as well as my grandmother. I told her that I wanted to give up. She smiled and said that the choice was mine as she gently lifted the violin from my hands. After only a few days without holding that wonderful instrument, I was ready to go back and continue with my lessons. Grandmother happily handed me the violin from its case and we proceeded. That incident replayed itself many times over the years until my first try-out with the youth symphony. As I prepared for the audition, my grandmother handed me a picture of her sitting on the front row of violins in a large symphony. Her smile in the photo was as recognizable as the one on her face at that moment. On the back of the photo were written the words, “First chair for a most persistent girl.”
My grandmother passed away a few years ago, but that picture remains in my violin case. I pause and look at it every time I remove my violin to take my place with the Metropolitan Symphony—on the front row.
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