ABSTRACT
I was walking by the record room one day after I had been in school a few weeks when I heard some beautiful trumpet playing. I ran inside and saw three or four kids lying on their backs listening to the Haydn Trumpet Concerto. I looked on the label of one of the 78-rpm records and saw that the trumpeter was George Eskdale. I was over-whelmed by the beauty of the piece and how terrifically he played.
