I have had the incredible pleasure of being choir accompanist under his direction for a very long time, close to 20 years? I could not sight read music when I began. He would give me music ahead of time so I could learn it before coming to choir, but almost always on a choir night he would hand me a new piece of music to work on that night, with a sly smile. For that agony, I am forever grateful. He was a gentle giant, with a slow manner of speaking, a great sense of humor, perfect pitch. He had a rich and gorgeous voice, he played brass instruments beautifully. Rode a motorcycle, took his family across country camping every summer as he was a music teacher. He was a Gideon, and handed out thousands of new testaments. Anyone who worked on his house, car, while in the hospital, all were handed a small testament. He was genuine. Never apologizing for who he was, content to be who he was and so very calm and easy going. Choir continues, with a new director, and we will have to learn that silent language of trust. I cannot fathom the gaping whole for his wife and sons. He was 67.
The last week of October, my hubby and I spent a week in North Conway, New Hampshire. Such a bittersweet place, full of memories. We began going here to visit my parents when our 27 year old son was a month shy of a year old. This week we did not return to places that were precious to us with Amber and Charlie. We created some new memories, did lots of hiking, a bit of quilting.
The rock cliffs in the middle of the picture are Cathedral Ledge and White Horse. These are popular rock climbing spots. There is a road to the top of Cathedral Ledge where we have gone almost every year. Last year we spotted the fire tower across the valley so this year we have a different perspective, from the fire tower.