Artist?

Since I am the great-granddaughter of Minerva Teichert, I have been asked many times if I was an artist as well.  My response has always been one of two things.  Either, "I can almost draw a stick figure."  Or, "No, but my brother is really good."  This time the question didn't come as a reflection on my heritage but because the director at the orphanage was trying to figure out where I would be the most help.  Now, I spend the day trying to pass myself off as an instructer in the arts.  In the mornings, I help in the crafts room helping kids learn how to fold a paper frog or simply watching them draw pictures of things ranging from flowers to future career options.  Later in the day, I attempt to teach piano using an extremely limited vocabulary.  For starters I didn't know what to call the notes.  A, B, C... is not part of their vocabulary.  So I tried alif, baa, taa... (the Arabic alphabet).  I'm pretty sure I only managed to confuse those poor kids.  Today I had a lightbulb moment when one kid starting singing do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do.  So now I have names for the notes, but not enough words to convey what I want to or an attention span from one kid to actually get something across.  Oh well, if one kid can play one song by the end of the summer, that's success.