Are we who we are because of our past, or in spite of it?
You might be surprised to learn that my connection to the Rex family goes way back, in fact, as far back as first grade in Winter Park, Florida. It is now a joke between Christopher Rex and me that I invited him to my 7th birthday party because I had a crush on him. I'm the very chubby young girl wearing the crown in this picture. Chris is two kids to the right in the solid shirt. Notice the forced grin on his face. Poor boy!
My folks and I moved across town to Orlando when I was in third grade. I reconnected with the Rex brothers at Glenridge Jr. High, where we were all played in the school orchestra. I think this photo is from 7th grade. Note that Charles Rex is concerto master, Christopher Rex is first cello, and if you look at the last row 2nd violins (the girl closest to the edge of the photo), that's me.
I was mostly friends with Charles, Holly Straub and David Glass in those days. How I wish I had some photos of us together to share!
In 8th grade, Christopher and I were cast in the Glenridge production of a musical called "Get Up and Go." I was the female lead and Chris played a crotchety old man. If I remember correctly, Chris stole the show. Chris is the one wagging his finger in the first photo below. I am in the second photo gazing lovingly into my leading man's eyes. (I just noticed I didn't get any billing! Ah, ain't show business tough?)
I remember going over to the Rex brother's house to play quartets with Charles, Holly, Christopher and me. I think Mr. Rex played viola. My memories of Mr. Rex are that he was a charming, very commanding person, but I remember feeling uncomfortable around him at the same time. Their mother was a very sweet person, as was their little sister Cathy. I felt SO honored to be invited over to play! We all were in the Florida Symphony Youth Orchestra together. Those times were very special for me, as I am sure they were for lots of the kids in the music programs we were privileged to be part of.
My family moved up to the Washington, DC, area right after 8th grade, and Christopher, Cathy, and their mom eventually ended up leaving, too, and moving to Gettysburg, PA. Charles stayed with his father and attended Winter Park High School. Upon graduation he was given a full scholarship to Florida State University. Christopher attended Gettysburg High School, then the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia, and then Julliard.
In my next post I'll tell you how I ended up reconnecting with the brothers and how the documentary came to be.