A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week. These include one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens. The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things. Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother. Before you ask, I am not sure tha
What a delight! I enjoy all these songs and artists. I respectfully nominate the following that you may already be familiar with:
ReplyDeleteThe Easybeats: Friday on my mind
The Small faces: Sha la la la lee
The Hollies: I can't let go
The Choir: It's cold outside
and later in the 1960's, the Move: Fire Brigade
Best wishes from Philadelphia
DW
What a delight it was to hear the Beatles pronounce the word "writer" with a "t", unlike the sloppy pronunciation that makes the word indistinguishable from the word "rider".
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comments, men. And I must agree on the observation about pronunciation of vowels and consonants. Regional variations are wonderful, and I certainly don't expect us to speak like 1930s and 40s BBC radio and newsreel announcers. But good God have we become sloppy with regards to speech habits in the 21st century U.S.!
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