Beginning in 2003 the design of InTuneWithYou has changed a few times and the focus has varied, but the heart of it has remained true to Charles Van Deursen's life purpose of planting seeds of creative expression into many souls to nurture their personal solace in the midst of life's struggles, to provide (to even the small voice) the strength to propel any message over the bully noise of society, and to command attention to their cause.

The Story of InTuneWithYou

I began my music training at a later age than the age of my current students, a fact of which I often remind them, to encourage them that they have the time and potential to eventually surpass me. The exciting process of developing into a music maker is similar to how a toddler's growing vocabulary improves his or her ability to communicate. 

Two South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus Singers Holding a "Superior" Rating Trophy,
The South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus Recording in TV/Radio Studio 33 at Universal Studios in Orlando Florida,
South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus Performing Outside the School Board Room, by
The South Olive Elementary School Tiger Chorus Performing at a Nursing Home,
The Store Front to Unversal Recording Studio 33 in Orlando Florida,
South Olive Elementary Students Learn on the MIE Yamaha Keyboard Lab,
The South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus Posing at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida.
Charles Van Deursen Holding the "Superior" Rating Trophy Among His Students,
South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus Member Holding a "Superior" Rating Trophy,
Charles Van Deursen Singing and Playing.

How Came To Be

Great perseverance with God's blessing enabled me to overcome seven years of work related difficulties to begin my accelerating glorious roller coaster ride to "success." Finally after transferring to a new school in 2003, I was blessed to be working with an enthusiastic student body, supportive parents, and an empowering administration. I taught every class from kindergarten to fifth grade as if they were my choir so that when I began an after school chorus, they were already "on board" with my expectations. Once we gained command of many Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa songs we began singing at the local Palm Beach County, FL shopping malls.

The following Spring, the school board offered "Service-Learning Project" grants. Upon winning one, I contracted a bus and driver to transport my choir to the local nursing home fellowship hall for weekly visits to sing and interact with the residents. The students were required to record their experiences in a journal. Many of them befriended one or two residents so well that they knew their names well enough to inform us whenever the resident was not present in the hall. When it was appropriate and possible, the manager would then escort a couple of the children to visit in the resident's room.

One particular child did not realize until the program was over that he had actually chronicled the last days of a World War Two veteran. The first few weeks, the man was chipper and interacted well with the boy, telling him about some of his (less gruesome, to be sure) war experiences. Then on about week four, the student's writing began to include his observation that the soldier was not feeling well. In each successive week the boy more emphatically noted the man's health as worsening exponentially until eventually, the manager had to escort the child to the veteran's room for a visit. Ultimately and sadly, the student learned in a subsequent return that the patriot he had come to endear had passed away. To see a youth's development of such intrinsic empathy for a stranger was overwhelmingly powerful, delivering in me an immeasurable satisfaction that cannot be gained in any other manner.

Finally, the "Service-Learning Project" ended. This also ended our ability to travel as a group. But then, I happened to overhear two coaches talking somewhere about how they could have a school bus assigned just to them if they earned a class C or class B license through the transportation department. So I sneaked into the meeting and signed up.

A few months later, upon my successful completion of the course, the director was stunned when I went forward to receive the key to my assigned bus. He thought that everyone in the course was a "coach." I told him that I was in desperate need for a bus for my chorus. The expression on his face revealed that he would have laughed out loud, but he had momentarily lost his breath as he choked in amazement of my stealthiness. After composing himself, with a sigh of resign while handing me a key, he conceded that he did have an understandably rejected old twenty-nine passenger bus in the far corner of the compound. My chorus was fourty-four members strong, but feeling the focused intensity of a hundred perplexed coaches, with a hearty hand shake I heralded my most enthusiastic, "Yessir! I'll take it, Thank you!" Then I sprightly got my unathletic rear end out the closest exit doorway.

The length of my trek out to the relic gave my apprehension a generous portion of time to develop, approaching as cautiously as a superstitious child before a haunted house on a dare. I was slightly relieved to find a discarded broom nearby to clear the cobwebs that would have prevented even Big Foot from scaling the steps to the driver's seat. "My wife is going to kill me!" I muttered as I cautiously positioned myself in the dust covered driver's seat with a crack that exposed a rusty spring vying to ensure that this first ride would be my last. Without even doing a "pre-trip inspection," I mean anyone within a hundred yards would agree that this jalopy would fail miserably. * But it did barely manage to start up and I limped it home for a wash down, all the while squashing panicking pests that scurried about the seat base.

Understandably, my students, abhorrent at the thought of it, adamantly refused to get on the "roach mobile." But it was now ours and I did work so hard to get it! They were unmoved. Since I was required to return the bus for its monthly servicing, I put very few miles on it. Then as I was passing a department head's doorway I overheard him say, "We're going to have to take coach Bill's bus back because he's just not getting the miles on it." BINGO! Now I knew what I had to do to get a bigger bus.

Since my school was located just off of Interstate 95, I began to make several afternoon trips (empty of course) up and down the highway on a weekly basis. After a couple of months of doing this the director caught me walking very slowly past his doorway to say, "Hey, you are really using that bus, aren't you." "Well sir, I AM getting the MILES on it for sure! I cheerfully countered. He inquired if I would be interested in a forty-five passenger bus... I cut him off with a cheerful, "Yessir! I would love to have it." Now I really will be able to transport my students because it was bigger and it lacked the rust, cracked upholstery stuffed full of sticky candy wrappers, and ancient carcasses abandoned by generations of various critters.

Rolling down the road like the Partridge Family, we performed at every available venue. Our singing reputation provided invitations to perform in malls, hotels, convention centers, nursing homes, and several times before the school board. Performing is a great motivator for more productive rehearsals and the students were proud of our accomplishments. Some even joined just for the ride (and probably to get out of class).

Desiring to reinforce our momentum I mused about what the next level could be. Then I saw an advertisement for the spring "Music USA Festivals," a musical competition at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida. With my principal's endorsement I completed all the necessary steps for my students to enjoy their first studio competition via a classy charter bus (that included movie screens, Yaaay!). "Road trip, everybody!"

As we disembarked we were awed by entering through a special gate used only by the performers. Our matching navy blue polo shirts with "South Olive Elementary Tiger Chorus" proudly embroidered on them in gold and our nervous demeanor singled us out from the regulars.

Once inside the studio, the professionalism of the staff and the venue intimidated everyone (including me) to behave themselves better than ever before. The performance was well received by the judges and our pent up stress was well relieved as we were released to explore the park.

The climax for our trip came when we returned to the "Animal Planet" arena to be surprisingly awarded a "Superior" rating for mixed voices and to receive a huge trophy. A sense of accomplishment and wonder permeated my thoughts. I mused about how this experience was going to affect these students (and me) for the next school year.

Some momentum was lost in the next year because of administrative and policy changes within the county, but everyone was still enthusiastic about preparing for our next trip. We were able to continue traveling in our newer sixty-five passenger bus. We returned annually two more times to compete, but we were only able to earn an "Excellent" rating. Then our school suffered administrative problems in the Fall following our third performance and we were unable to continue our choral progress.

Early in all this adventure (2003) I purchased a domain name so that I could publish the students' performances and sing along songs that we performed in class so that they would be able to work on them at home. Originally, I intended the name to be "A Song for You," but I was ignorant of the fact that many of the catchy names were being quickly used up. So when I decided to go through with my plan I was horrified to find that the name was already taken. In a panic I began trying variations of the phrase, but to no avail. Finally, I burrowed through my personal library until I found my thesaurus to work feverishly for an appropriate and unused domain name. I was joyfully relieved to discover that no one had used: "In Tune With You" so I quickly purhased it with the .com, .net, and .org extentions because I wanted to ensure that my students did not accidentally go to a creepy site with a similar name.

Back then, I was not aware of there being much fear in society about child predators on the internet. I was careful not to give the performers' last names or any other personal information, but eventually I was strongly advised to stop all publishing of students' work. Subsequently, that meant that I found myself as the owner of a website without a purpose.

So I chose to promote my own music. This website will always be a work in progress. It is a type of extended presentation of my profile as a composer, performer, and teacher. I have been happy with Network Solutions products and service. I would recommend that you check them out.

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* CORRECTION: I actually did complete a pre-trip inspection. I just wrote that for dramatic effect. You know, "poetic license."

The South Olive Elementary School Tiger Chorus Performing at the South Florida Fair in 2002, visitor statistics for the years 2019 through 2021.

In 2019 I began recording my website statistics. I was excited to average 1,000 visitors per month, but each year the number has continued to rise. In 2020 I received an average of over 2,000 visitors per month. And most recently, 2021 I have been blessed to have received an average of nearly 2,800 visitors per month. 

I do not have the ability to know what it is that interests my visitors, but (other than the home page) the most popular pages consistently were the drug rehab in the UK and the USA external links pages, respectively.

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