An Inspiring Teacher - A Personal Memoriam
Robert McCuaig was a rare musician. He was a talented and disciplined performer on both woodwind (Clarinet, Saxophone, Flute and Oboe) and brass instruments (Trumpet). Largely self-taught he became good enough to turn professional at a young age and help support his family as a young man throughout the aftermath of the American Depression. He served in the military as a bandsman and revelled in the positions, unique in my experience, of both solo clarinet in the band and lead trumpet in the jazz band. He continued to perform and teacher privately throughout his life and he influenced many thousands of pupils during his tenure as a High School Band Director. I knew him as a private pupil myself and I credit him for instilling in me an appreciation for the art and craft of music making as well as the perseverance required to succeed.
Having heard that he was suffering an illness I was on my way to see him on a brief return to my home town from University aged 23 only to find an ambulance pulling away from his house. He had passed away an hour before I arrived and I was never to see him again. My tribute below was composed as soon as I arrived back home that day. It was my attempt to gain some solace and a way of thanking him for all he meant to me. I presented it to his widow and was humbled to later hear that she asked to have it read at his funeral.
Thomas Dryer-Beers
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A dear friend of mine died today. His death leaves a chasm in my heart and a responsibility for my future that I am feeling for the first time. I am not the only one who feels these sensations, but there won't be a crowd at his memorial service. His was a kind of gift people do not measure by its quantity but by its quality. This is not to say that there are not many people he touched, only that those who treasure his memory most fervently are unfortunately few in number.
Robert McCuaig was an old-fashioned man. His principles, his values and his style remained untainted by the passing of time. He was a musician, a director, a performer, but---most of all---a music teacher. He taught discipline and commitment, and music was his vehicle. Though couples throughout the Midwest danced to his music, he won't be remembered as an artist. And, though he reached thousands of students in area schools (both public and private), his prowess as a director will not be lauded. Only his private students will carry his memory with them.
His credentials as a teacher are not the kind that gets notice in these times. A professional musician in his teens, Bob McCuaig helped support his family by playing jobs during the depression. His reputation had him travelling all over the state (of Indiana, USA) to play with anyone who needed a player, and a player they got! His teaching philosophy came out of his experience: knowing what had to be learned, he taught the skills necessary to accomplish the task. And he taught practice. The desire to achieve and the devotion to music that he instilled cannot be taught in today's classrooms. These qualities require the guidance of someone who has met the demands of his profession and who retains the joy o learning. Such a man was Bob McCuaig. His long hours, patiently devoted to young students in the hope that he might spark then in their quest of music, will inspire me always.
I have been told that he thought of me as a son. That is indeed an honour. Like any child, I took what was give me with little realization of its value until long after the giving had ceased and the debt had grown too large to repay or even fully express. Bob McCuaig knew that I love him and how I came to treasure what I had shared with him. What he cannot see now is the way I put that experience to use. I hope that what happens in the future will be a fulfilment of his faith in me.
He was fond of saying that, in his life he never had to beg for a job nor seek out a single student. I hope I may someday earn the reputation for quality that leads to such a statement. In the process, I will have made my first down payment on an honest debt that I can never fully repay.
25th August 1980
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