I was going through some photo albums that belonged to my Mom. I hadn't seen the pictures in years. I thought I'd share one. This is from Arizona State University in 1956.
Mom passed away on March 22. Yesterday was her birthday. She was a fantastic musician. I remember stories of her times with the Phoenix Symphony and San Diego Symphony, particularly of Robert Shaw. (I think she had a crush). She was a bass player, but played Sousa in marching band.
She loved Bach, Poulenc, the Verdi Requiem and Pines of Rome. It seemed anytime I told her about a piece of orchestral literature that I had 'discovered' she had a story or reminiscence about it.
I miss her very much. Thanks for letting me share a little.
Indeed. This week, my son is the same age (9 years, 2 months and a few days) I was when my Dad died. By turn of coincidence, Holy Saturday being the day. Needless to say, I'm on a bit of an emotional roller-coaster this week.
In the past few years I have lost first my mother-in-law, then my dad, and then my mom. Yes. This takes getting used to. It is very different than I expected. It is more than just getting used to it. That's for sure. All three were very important in my life. I probably appreciate my dad more now than I ever did while he was alive. Things keep happening where I remember my dad teaching me things about it. And, *%^$%$, he was right! I hate that!
An additional thought: One of my dad's favorite pieces of music was the Red Wing Polka. Now every time we play that with the TubaMeisters, I think of him.
