Mr. Hardy and a student who couldn’t sing / Joe Nathan’s Column
This column appeared in a number of ECM/Sun Current newspapers during January, 2013.

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As we start a new school year, I recall that there may be few people more miserable than a 7th grade boy whose voice is changing, in a choral music class…the kind of class where youngsters are expected to sing every day. That’s the situation I found myself in many years ago at Robinson Junior High School in Wichita, Kansas.
Fortunately, James Hardy was the teacher. He adored music. He wanted everyone to love it. And he would not give up on me, although the “notes” coming out of my mouth were always unpredictable and often awful.
Hardy produced incredible music with 7th and 8th graders. I remember listening on the risers during our concerts. Mr. Hardy and I agreed that I would stand and mouth the words on most songs. I rarely “sang.”
There were exceptions. One was the “Little Drummer Boy,” generally sung around Christmas. “Come, they told me pa rupa-pa-pum…Our new born king to see, pa rupa-pa–pum. Our finest gifts we bring….To lay before the king, pa-rupa-pa-pum….”
We sang it in four parts. For some reason, my vocal chords did ok with the notes in this song that represented the drum. Singing that song is one of my favorite memories. It produced huge applause during our “Christmas concerts.” We had four of them, two for other students, two for families.
Here’s a version from the Harry Simeone Chorale that shows how beautiful the song is, and the drum part I sang: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxzJiYlSHfQ
This was many years ago, when students in Wichita and some other public schools began each day with “The Lord’s Prayer”, drew pictures of “the baby Jesus” and song Christian songs. But that’s a subject for another day.
One of the things that I honor about Mr. Hardy is that he did not focus on what I couldn’t do. He helped me, and other guys whose voices also were changing, see what we could do. Smiling, he praised us for working hard, and contributing to the concerts. He convinced me that he really meant it when he thanked me for working hard and being part of the choir.
Yes, he praised the youngsters whose voices were great. He helped some of them win state-wide awards. His concerts were well-known for their beauty and creativity. Our concerts drew many people, not just the families.
What I remember most, however, not just the beautiful music he helped immature 7th and 8th graders produce. What I remember most was his kindness and enthusiasm.
After 12 years at Robinson Junior High, Mr. Hardy was hired by Wichita State University. He became chair of the WSU Music Education Department. He died five years ago, at age 84.
Some might say Mr. Hardy wasted his time at Robinson, that he should have been at Wichita State much earlier. I disagree. I had a chance to see and thank him many years later.
“Some of my best work was at Robinson,” he recalled. I agree. He did what many great teachers do…he encouraged. He didn’t solve all my problems, or anyone’s problems. He did help young people accomplish far more than they thought possible.
Drumbeat: “Pa-rapa-pa-pum.”
Joe Nathan, formerly a public school teacher and administrator, directs the Center for School Change. Reactions welcome, please comment below.
September 11, 2013 @ 9:33 am
Great story, Joe! Very touching….and that’s what good teachers do to student’s lives…..Tom
September 11, 2013 @ 9:34 am
Awesome story, Joe, thanks! I have liked the stories and have always told mine and shared others.
September 11, 2013 @ 9:34 am
This made me smile, Joe!
Thanks. I agree. As much of a supporter as I am about how technology can revolutionize teaching and learning for the better, there is something irreplaceable about a teacher’s relationship with and belief in a student.
Have a good week.
Cara
September 11, 2013 @ 9:35 am
I had a similar experience with my high school biology teacher, a Miss Stretch. I did so poorly in her class that she began testing me, believing that I was having trouble reading. Miss Stretch reached out to my parents and offered to help get me into a remedial reading program. Since I lived in suburban Philadelphia, this required that I hop onto a train and ride into Center City to attend classes at Drexel University. While I wasn’t very fond of Miss Stretch at the time, the program was a complete success (I went from a reading comprehension rate of less than 10% to over 90%). I got the chance to thank Miss Stretch many years later and was shocked to find that she not only remembered me but also where I sat in her 7th period classroom! Her intervention literally transformed my life. Miss Stretch was, and is, a remarkable teacher!
September 11, 2013 @ 9:36 am
Thank you Joe,
It’s wonderful to hear about inspirational stories of teachers. It brings us all back to the core and purpose of why we are in education.
Renee’
September 11, 2013 @ 9:36 am
Joe,
Thank you for the inspiring story! Teachers do so much, especially at the middle school level. I think we have to change the common misconception that teaching at the university level is more worthwhile than teaching K-12.
September 11, 2013 @ 9:37 am
Joe,
I read your email, this morning and had to smile at your experience which was not completely unlike my own in school.
I tried out for Glee Club at Newfield Elementary School in Stamford, CT every year. Every year I was, politely, informed that I wasn’t quite ready (read: tone deaf, off-key and way too loud.) In sixth grade, the last year in elementary school at that time (1969) the Glee Club Director finally let me in. It only took two weeks (poor teacher) for her to reassess and I was out, again.
I give the teacher credit for trying to walk the tightrope between tactful rejection and encouragement to enjoy music. She must have done something right as I still enjoy music and didn’t have it crushed out of me. My classroom teacher, Mr. Romaniello, thankfully, helped us learn how to hear the trumpet and the clarinet and the other instruments in the orchestra and encouraged me to try instruments, which I did (flute and trumpet and finally, guitar – the one that stuck!) However the only one that has ever enjoyed my singing was my Mom. She said that while it was not a pretty sound, it was joyful. Not only that, but she knew – on a good day – that I was nearing home way before I actually got there. Did I say I was loud?
The bright side is that I’ve had a great way to inflict good natured aural hardship on others (e.g. – my sister;-) when retaliatory annoyance was needed.
Thanks for keeping the human side of teachers in focus.
Best,
Brad
September 11, 2013 @ 9:38 am
Joe, Gotta say that subject line caught my attention!
Nice, nice story.
Keith
September 19, 2013 @ 8:50 am
Hi, Joe,
The only way to REALLY get to enjoy music is to have “perfect pitch”.
This ability easily leads to mastery of singing, a love of music, and great success on any musical instrument.
The problem is, that this skill must be developed before the age of five, usually taught by a family member who possesses the skill.
For those who didn’t, musical skill remains (as it did for me) almost impossible.
Best,
Bob Rose
Jasper, Georgia
May 30, 2016 @ 4:41 pm
Great story, as I would know because he was my father. Dad loved and lived music and all those it touched. His love of teaching so others had the same understanding of music and how It would shape their lives was his life long goal. His lasting effect on others he would have been proud of.
January 15, 2017 @ 7:27 am
Randy, my apologies for taking so long to respond. Yes, your father was a remarkable man. I am not sure if you knew this but I wrote about him for the Wichita Eagle/Beacon. He was pleased by the column. Thanks for commenting. Hope you have a wonderful 2017.