a taste of honey

My father played the trumpet in a jazz band.
He learned to play it at the Conservatorium of Music in Sydney.
I have never heard him play. Not once.
It was sold,that silver trumpet, and I was never told what that money was for.



I remember the house filled with trumpet music of all kinds when I was little.
Jack Teagarden, Louis Armstrong.
I remember when I was little the sound of Louis Armstrong singing made me scream for some reason,
Even more so when my Dad sang along. He did it to tease me.

Perhaps I might have liked  his trumpeting better than his singing.
When I was a teenager i thought jazz was so anachronistic.
Years later I love Louis Armstrong.




But if I ever wish an express ticket to babyhood, I can play this, which I found courtesy of Boynton


My dad was taken to hospital in the early hours of morning, incoherent and raving.






I would like for him to be standing on a rock in the sea playing the silver trumpet, the trumpet that I  never heard him play.