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He taught me for a summer in Cincinnati. I have the same warm-up sheet, with his handwriting, in my binder of papers from important teachers and lessons. I will miss him so much. Wow... What a great soul he had. I studied with him just a few years ago. It was obvious that his body was slowing down, but his passion for life, music, and God were so incredible. I especially loved the stories that he shared every lesson of the "golden era" violinists he was privileged to know.

I remember doing his scale exercises, too....

Mr. K was my teacher at CCM. He was one of the kindest souls I ever knew. As a teacher, he always knew exactly what to say. He told amazing stories about Galamian, Rabin, Heifetz, Milstein, and many others. I never heard him say one negative thing about another musician. He shared the love of violin, the life of music, and an incredible work ethic. I adored him.

Out of so many wonderful memories, my favorite is this: I had an 8:00 a.m. lesson time, once a week. I would arrive early, and quietly sit on the bench outside his studio and eavesdrop on his practicing. He would work on symphony charts, scales, (yes, THE scales), etudes, or pieces. No matter how late the previous night's concert lasted, or how long the week was, he was in his studio at the crack of dawn, practicing the violin.

Deepest sympathies to his family.

Laurie,

What a beautiful tribute — it makes me sit back and think of my past teachers and their tremendous influence.

Something for all to remember.
D.

"Practicing in my parent's basement, under a bare light bulb"

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