Saturday, November 23, 2013

Anita Archer : a New Starry Girl Conductor of NCHO


 


Violin and Viola Instructor
Mesa, Arizona (Phoenix, Arizona Area)
Music
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Anita Archer's Overview

Current
  • Violin/Viola Instructor at Self-imployed
Past
Education
  • University of Oklahoma
  • Oklahoma City University
Connections
105 connections

Anita Archer's Experience

Violin/Viola Instructor

Self-imployed

Sole Proprietorship; Myself Only; Design industry
Currently holds this position

Mesa Public Schools

Mesa Public Schools

Educational Institution; 5001-10,000 employees; Education Management industry
August 1998May 2009 (10 years 10 months)

Orchestra Director

Norman Public Schools

August 1988July 1998 (10 years)

Anita Archer's Skills & Expertise

  1. Violinist
  2. Violist
  3. Orchestra Conducting
  4. Music Adjudicating
  5. Music Education
  6. Orchestral Music
  7. Singing
  8. Chamber Music
  9. Ensemble
  10. Studio Recording
  11. Band
  12. Violin
  13. Classical
  14. Music Theory

Anita Archer's Education

University of Oklahoma

Master's degree, Music Education

19891994
Activities and Societies: Sigma Alpha Iota

Oklahoma City University

Bachelor of Arts (B.A.), Music

19761977
Activities and Societies: Sigma Alpha Iota

Anita Archer's Additional Information

Interests:
American String Teachers' Association Crossfit
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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Autumn...Will Never Be The Same by Joe Fazio

 


It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.
The gentle winds that blew,
brushed the Autumn of your hair.

And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch
your face, as I stood still.

I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn,
are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled
closely, in their Autumn winter bed.?

An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.
It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.
It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness,
now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves,
and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored
sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of
this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...
Autumn, for this I know.

What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn?
Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes
the same. It can not be July for
Autumn is abound.

Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky
above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds
of Autumn. How could this be July,
or has the sparrows lost their way?

Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.
And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that
old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds,
carry silence for the day.

Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.
No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day,
now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.

Autumn, shall never be the same, since
that Autumn day in mid July.




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