All
cows eat grass (A.C.E.G.)
Every
good boy deserves fudge (E.G.B.D.F.)
I
remember these but forget what they mean.
I think they had something to do with playing musical cords, but I’m not
sure. Throughout my life, now and then,
I have tried to play various instruments without any success. I haven’t got whatever it takes to
comprehend musical notes and then transfer that knowledge through my hands in
order to strum a piano or pound out a tune on a guitar. Even today I have a Honner International harmonica
sitting here on my desk and at best I can only make obnoxious squeaks on the
thing. They’re not even old, familiar squeaks,
they’re just squeaks.
So
along the margins of my memoirs you’ll not find any toe tapping melodies jotted
down. The Antiques Road Show, however,
would be impressed as I still have the original harmonica box. At auction I’m guessing it would fetch
between 9 and 11 cents.
With
respect to mnemonic devices I also recall, the
quick brown fox – something, something.
I believe that dealt with typing skills, which is also listed on the
negative side of my abilities list. To this
day I type using only my index fingers.
Speed and accuracy are never discussed.
Perhaps
there is some weird correlation between musical instruments and typewriters.
(F.I.G.U.R.E.S.)
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