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2 November 2019

5K walk. Morningside Heights.

Walked in solidarity with Kirk in the Hills to support Accent Pontiac. Accent Pontiac’s mission is “strengthening Pontiac’s youth and community through equitable access to intensive and consistent music making.” My father’s first jobs were as a high school instrumental teacher and band director. The last half of the play list honors him.

It was great to get some exercise, support a friend, support a great cause, and remember my father.

In Every Corner of the Forest Part 1 – Bill Miller
Stick Me for My Riches – Wu-Tang Clan
Come Alive – Eternal Summers
Old Glad – Jack Gladstone
I Could Write a Book – Miles Davis
The Wooden Shoe – John McCutcheon
Dancing in the Dark – Bruce Springsteen
The Four Legged Ones – Joanne Shenandoah
El Chivo – The Chieftains with Los Cenzontles
Scotland the Brave – The Pipes and Drums of the Royal Tank Regiment
The Thunderer – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
Washington Post – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
Hands Across the Sea – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
Light Cavalry Overture – London Festival Orchestra
Under the Double Eagle – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
The National Emblem – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
March of the Toreadors from Carmen – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
Pomp and Circumstance, Op. 39 – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic
Colonel Bogey – Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic

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10 October 2019

There are days when I don’t feel like working out and I push myself and get the workout done. Today  the music pulled me through.

I did not want to work out; in part I blame the flu shot I received early this morning. But I had already made my playlist. This would have been my father’s birthday (he died in 1974). His taught high school band and then became a school administrator. But he kept his hands in music, directing among other groups a community band. For a couple of years I played baritone horn in the band. This playlist consists of songs the band played. Except as otherwise noted, all the songs are by Leonard Bernstein and the  New York Philharmonic – one of my dad’s favorite groups.

Gym at the Shire.
Treadmill. Walking. Core work. Stretching.
Scotland the Brave – The Isle of Cumbrae Pipe Band (we played this one with a pipe band in Grove City)
The Thunderer
Washington Post
Hands Across the Sea
Under the Double Eagle
The  British Grenadiers
The National Emblem
March of the Toreadors from Carmen
Grand March from Aida
Colonel Bogey

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Remembering

I often post a photo of a toast to my father on this day, the anniversary of his death in 1974. This year, I have been digitizing some old family photos. It seems appropriate to post a photo of my father. We were younger then.

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Thanks, Dad. Miss you.

See you along the Trail.

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18 Dec #Ancestor #AdventWord 2018

18 Dec #Ancestor

My dad.
And me.
When I was younger.

The Advent devotional project, #AdventWord  is offered by the Society of St John the Evangelist. Each day a word is provided and participants are invited to share images and/or reflections and to use hashtags so our reflections may be included in an Advent Calendar with others from around the world.

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The Pirates win it!

IMG_8394.jpgFifty-eight years ago, on October 13, 1960, my father, a music teacher in the Neville Island school district,  took a day off and took me out of my first-grade class.

From Neville Island we journeyed to Forbes Field in Pittsburgh’s Oakland neighborhood.

There we watched the Pittsburgh Pirates take on the New York Yankees in Game 7 of that year’s World Series (an interesting name now, but even more so at that time when all the teams vying for the title were located in the United States).

The heavily favored Yankees had won 10 pennants in 12 years. They won three games in this series: 16-3, 10-0, and 12-0. The Pirates won the other three games by much closer scores: 6-4, 3-2, and 5-2.

Game 7 proved  a classic. The Pirates took the lead. The Yankees came back and went ahead. The Pirates regained the lead in the bottom of the eighth inning. The Yankees tied it in the ninth.

Bill Mazeroski led off the bottom of the ninth inning for the Pirates. He took the first pitch for a ball. Then he drove the second pitch over the left-field wall. And the Pirates were the champions.

How much do I remember because I saw the game in person? How much do I remember because I have seen the pictures and the film and heard the stories? I will never know.

On the anniversary of the game, Pirates fans gather in Pittsburgh to relieve, remember, and recreate.

In 2009, a kinescope of the telecast was discovered in Bing Crosby’s wine cellar. Crosby owned a portion of the Pirates. A DVD appeared with the game. Tricia gave me a copy as a gift. Tonight, after the football games ended, I celebrated the past in the present as I watched the game.

“There’s a drive into deep left field, look out now… that ball is going, going gone! And the World Series is over! Mazeroski… hits it over the left field fence, and the Pirates win it 10–9 and win the World Series!” Mel Allen on NBC TV

And as it happens every time I watch the video or see a clip of Mazeroski pumping his batting helmet as he rounds the bases, I remembered my father. And my spirit warmed. And the smile has not left my face or my heart.

See you along the Trail.

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Always smiles

photo (57)It rolls around again today as it does every year. Anniversaries have a way of doing that.

Some years it almost sneaks up on me and grabs me unaware. As if I could forget. As if I would forget if I could.

Other years, like this year, memories of the day enter my  consciousness well in advance. I have to consult the calendar to verify the date.

The pain has lessened some over the years. The empty, heartache remains.

Forty-two years ago today, my father died. A private pilot, he and another administrator were flying to Harrisburg to advocate for funding for the local school system.

Though they had tickets on a commercial airline, they decided that my father would fly. The plane went down near Emlenton, Pennsylvania, the crash site only located the next day. When I arrived at JFK a day later, after a college choir trip to Europe, family members met me and broke the news and shattered my heart.

Because grief lasts, I raise a glass to remember loses and acknowledge pains. And because love never ends, I raise a glass to give thanks and to celebrate love shared past, present, and future.  On this anniversary, I raise a glass to William Koenig, to his life, to the time, the far too short time, we shared. To music made well and badly. To tears and a multitude of remembered smiles. For some years there are tears, but always there are smiles.

Goodnight and joy be with you, Dad.

Goodnight and joy be with us all.

See you along the Trail.

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Remembered smiles

I know this day well; I never forget it; it invariably sneaks up on me and grabs me unaware; and when I pause for a moment to reflect, I remember why things feel so raw. After all these years. And then I smile.

People have been posting on Facebook about remembering this day because of the Challenger disaster. I remember that. 

But I remember this day for an event that took place twelve years before the Challenger. An event that also claimed the lives of educators.

Forty years ago this day,  on January 28, 1974, William Koenig climbed into a small plane with another educator from Grove City. They planned a trip to Harrisburg, the state capitol, where they were to advocate for funds for the Grove City Public School system. At the time of his death, Bill worked as the assistant superintendent for the Grove City Public School system. But he was a musician. He played string bass in the pit orchestra for the high school musicals. He directed the town band. He was a tennis player. He was a photographer. He was also a private pilot. Though they had tickets on a commercial airline, the two colleagues decided Bill would fly. The plane went down near Emlenton, Pennsylvania, the crash site only located the next day. When I arrived at JFK a day later, after a college choir trip to Europe, family members met me and broke the news and shattered my heart.

Because grief lasts, I raise a glass to remember loses and acknowledge pains. And because love never ends, I raise a glass to give thanks and to celebrate love shared past, present, and future.  On this anniversary, I raise a glass to William Koenig, to his life, to the time, the far too short time, we shared. To all I learned. To laughter and tears. To music made well and badly. To a multitude of remembered smiles.

Goodnight and joy be with you, Dad.

Goodnight and joy be with us all.

See you along the Trail.

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