Judith Hyatt, who died on July 22, was my first cello teacher, and the first person to inspire me to pursue a career in music.
The first time I came to Judy’s splendid Victorian house for a lesson, I was a skinny nine-year-old, all eyes and teeth and elbows, and I was so anxious on the doorstep that my knees shook. Judy’s warm greeting (“Hello, dear!”) dispelled my fear, and from that minute on, I adored her.
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Miranda Wilson 