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Molly Muse

February 13, 2010

Bach - Air on a G String Music is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?  Between words and notes I don’t know which enrapture me more.  They are like an epiphany being performed in harmony, are lyrics and melody.  Or like a good book read while listening to a passionate maestro’s work whispering its angst from the background. 

My youngest sister Molly is like that.  She always embodied those two essential elements of my life.  Music and Literature.

As a child Molly would walk slowly along, her head bowed into a book.  Like a sleepwalker she drifted blindly toward a chair or a couch cushion’s cozy curl.  As kids we called her “Virgin Molly”.  I swear we did, in fact sometimes we still refer to her as that.  She was and still is so pristine, pure, perfect and sweet, I don’t believe Molly ever did anything that warranted a slap, and she aced everything in school.  Well, sports weren’t her thing, but that’s about it. 

She was also a “good” girl.  She didn’t even date until she met her adoring husband, Mike.  They’ve been married now about 26 years and have two sons.  One in college and one about to graduate high school.  More on that in a minute.

Molly also played the piano and violin.  She took lessons throughout her entire scholastic career, and an instrument was always in those hands the book had vacated.  That is how I remember her.

Molly went to St. Kate's Molly grew up and went to St. Catherine’s.  Out of all of us, the only one who graduated college, she got a degree in French.  She lived in Avignon for a while, an exchange student who was treated poorly and certainly didn’t deserve that from her host family.  We were all enraged for her.  I wrote this for her back then, weeping as I penned the words (it does have a melody as well, sweet like she is):

Molly, oh Molly
Your name speaks to me
of perfect purity.

Sweet friend,
and sister, far –
My heart
is where you are.

Is Molly
Treated well?
She’s crying
I can tell!

Oh, Molly, Molly
My heart
is where you’ve gone,
My love
to Avignon.

“What’s this all leading to?” You may wonder.  “Did she die, or what?!”  Well, no.  I just had to lay the foundation for a funny which wouldn’t be so funny if you didn’t “know” Molly.

Molly now teaches French to 2-4 year olds at a Montessori school where she lives.  She and her family talked about how the children are going on a field trip to listen to an orchestra and interact with the musicians.  They discussed how as part of this experience, Molly was asked to bring in her violin, as a student was bringing his violin in and wanted her to accompany him. 

The day before school, while alone in the house, Molly decided to practice a bit.  Her eldest son was working, her husband was ‘out and about’ (he’s from Canada, eh), and their youngest, 17 year old Daniel, was on the way to the music store for his drum lesson. 

Molly took out the violin and tried to tune it.  A string snapped.  After her initial frustration, she suddenly remembered where Daniel was going.  She tried to call him on his cell, but he didn’t answer.  Relieved because she didn’t want him talking and driving at the same time anyway, she decided to text him, which is something she rarely does because she finds it so difficult.  Keeping it as brief (ha!) as possible she typed: 

“can u buy me a g string?”

Ooo La La Mademoiselle Molly!

When Daniel got home Molly asked him “did you get my G string?”.  Daniel, flustered and embarrassed said, “Mom, the only G string I know about is underwear!”

 Bach's 'Air on a G String'

Perhaps this piece should have been named “Error” on a G String?

My Sister, Molly

Happy Pink Saturday and Happy Valentine’s Day too. 

Thank you Beverly for hosting and get well soon!

Be sure to visit all of the other Pinkies on today’s list.
Pink Saturday
How Sweet the Sound


Allegro Night Light - Musically Yours Le Chat French Cat Night Light


5 Comments leave one →
  1. princessrunninglips permalink
    February 13, 2010 9:13 am

    snort, HE’D be more likely to wear a g string than molly…..

  2. February 13, 2010 9:22 am

    Aren’t sister stories the best? I have 5 sisters. Oh, the tales we can tell. Too cute! Happy Pink Saturday and Happy Valentine’s Day!

  3. Kathryn Pedron permalink
    February 13, 2010 9:46 am

    Great story, Jeni!! I also remember the sister’s calling her, “Virgin Molly!” The poor girl was only about 8 then? (Meanies!) Then, of course, we all laughed and laughed in our own sick ways! Good times. Thanks for the memory path!

  4. February 13, 2010 5:05 pm

    Too too funny! Can you imagine what was going through his mind! Thanks also for posting Nella’s story, I read it when you posted and I forgot to leave you a comment, it was a truly special story. Have a great weekend and Happy Valentine’s Day Jennifer!

  5. Jodi D. permalink
    February 13, 2010 5:11 pm

    Jennifer! You are so darling, creative and sweet! How lucky your sisters are 🙂

    Kisses-Jodi xoxo

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