This morning was supposed to be the science carnival and Professor Kabby Mitchell’s Memorial, but it was sadly canceled since campus was closed.
I decided to wear my fun little “Up” earrings that I had been saving for a joyous occasion. I think that meeting my mom and watching live music performed by a dear friend definitely qualified. Meanwhile, Alleyjandra told me to go ahead since she was comfortably cat napping in bed :).
Sometimes life brings us disappointments, but the beautiful thing is that life keeps going and there is so much beauty in the world. My mom was planning on attending the memorial to see our performance, but she also wanted to see my former piano teacher, Mr. Joe Baque perform at Farmer’s Market. Since the memorial was cancelled we were able to replace our plans and meet at Farmer’s Market to watch Mr. Baque perform.
It was a beautiful Friday morning -warm, but not hot which was a nice little change of pace. It was nice to arrive at Farmer’s Market early because I was able to easily find parking. At first I couldn’t find my mom, but it turned out that I just didn’t recognize her. For the past few years she kept her long hair in a taught bun. A few weeks ago she got a haircut and I think it suits her well. She doesn’t have that big bun holding her down and her new hairstyle is stylish and fun
During the intermission we went to the Sidewalk Cafe for some quiche and salad to-go so that we could return to the performance. While we were waiting for our food my friend from school, Cosmo, came over to say hello. Cosmo was in choir with me last spring and has also been in ballet, afro-brazilian dance, and our current dance workshops. He was in class when my leg gave out and asked if I was feeling better. My entire class has bonded through our loss of our beloved professor. It was nice that we didn’t have to grieve alone.
I have noticed that the trend when you see someone you know can either go 2 ways. They can either one acknowledge your existence by a wave, friendly gesture, or even engage in conversation. Or 2 they see you and you know they recognize you. You might even wave or say hello and they just pretend that they didn’t see you or that they don’t know you. Today’s interaction was refreshing because I didn’t even see Cosmo and he still came by to say hello.
My mom and I returned to the live music and thoroughly enjoyed the ambiance of it all. Also the food was delicious and nutritious. During the next break, Joe and his wife Carole Baque came over to say hello. Joe was so happy to see me and it was so nice that he remembered me. I swam with their son in elementary through grade school and I was his piano student from the time that I was 11-14. I always wanted to continue, but life was just too hectic at the time with swimming 10 times a week, voice, violin, symphony, and art.
Joe Baque was born and raised in Manhattan, New York. He started playing piano as a youth and that is how he made his living. He always told me that he felt so blessed to be able to make a living doing what he absolutely loved. When 9/11 happened, it was on a Tuesday and I was supposed to have a piano lesson with him, but we both agreed that we should reschedule for the following week. A few days later my mom and I went to his performance at the country club which was a tribute to New York.
In 2002 we attended Joe Baque’s 80th birthday and when I saw him today he said that he was getting ready to turn 96. Can you believe it? 96 and still performing at gigs. He was so happy that I am in school and wished me the best of luck on my journey.
I painted Joe and Carole this watercolor painting for Christmas when I was 12 years old:
When I spoke with Carole today she said that they have my painting hung above Joe’s piano where they can see it everyday and they love how beautiful and peaceful it is. I am just so honored and happy that we got to reconnect.
Overall I am so glad that my mom and I decided to meet at Farmer’s Market this morning to watch Mr. Baque perform.
I must admit that lately I have been feeling stressed and uneasy with everything that has been going on at school. I am glad that I decided that I got out of bed to go anyways. Because the best memories in life are made up of moments like these!
Seeing one of my past mentors whom I admire and respect so much reminded me of who I once was and has inspired me to continue to become who I want to be.
Who are your mentors? And how have they inspired you? Please comment below to share!!!
Love, Joy, and Blessings Always,
❤ Alana Xoxoxo