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
Magic - I haven't seen these remastered versions! A feature of these old live versions of other people's tunes (Ritchie Barratt's in this case?) is that they frequently get the lyrics slightly wrong - partly, I think, because they gradually evolved through performance, but also because they couldn't quite make out the original version on the little Dansette gramophones of the day, so they were starting with a potentially illogical story line! Man, that short-scale Rickenbacker is REALLY small!ReplyDelete
Thanks for posting this.