Progress, Fingering, and a little Vocalizing

I come to the part of my packing when I examine ALL the music in the house. Not in detail, and I'm not even sitting down to play much of it. The piano will go (God willin' and the crick don't rise) to nephew Peter's family on Saturday, so it's all future fingering I'm practicing.

As the repository for

• a satchel (since discarded...the leather deteriorated) of Mom's Massachusetts Youth Symphonic Band music from the 1940s (instrumental parts for MANY instruments)
• a carton of sacred music of varying stripe from Ruth Perkins's collection
• vocalises...Lutgen, etc.
• a handful of recorder and ukelele and guitar music
• M's violin and fiddle music
• vocal sheet music ranging from the late 1870s to the 1960s from Uncle F, Mom, Ruth, Grammy Carter, etc.
• quantities of piano exercises, etudes, and simplified Rachmaninoff, etc., including a book on figured bass
  
• many Oxford University Press collections (in triplicate) from our summer Choral Symposia with Sir David Willcocks through the years
• many masterworks...Bach, Beethoven, Siegmeister, Britten, Bernstein, Mozart, Vaughan Williams, Haydn, Handel, etc. etc....also in at least duplicate
• folk song books, Scout song books, part-song books for glee clubs, choirs, and groups
• hymnals from the Congregationalists, the Tabernacle, the Presbyterians, the Spiritualists, and the Unitarians (among others!)

I especially love the sheet music...lovely covers, stylized according to the decade of publication, photos of "as made famous by" Rudy Vallee, Bing Crosby, Kate Smith, and many many of whom I have NEVER heard. The occasional music for something done in revival by Mama Cass...Dream A Little Dream of Me...and so forth.

There should be no doubt that music is in our genes...