Lissa Schneckenburger sits down at the piano, smiles into the video camera, and starts off with “just a snippet of what I did yesterday afternoon [as] we suddenly have a horn player in the family!”
And the fiddler-composer from Brattleboro launches into a jaunty rendition of “When the Saints Go Marching In,” as her son Hunter oompahs on the trombone in the background.
From the moment I walked into the contact classroom and sat down next to Atiya, a quiet young woman from India dressed in a white traditional dress, amid row after row of participants from around the globe, I felt I had entered an enchanted world. A few minutes later,