Diane and I fly to Evansville today, leaving this morning at 9 AM. Matthew joins us in the afternoon, and Brian tomorrow. Monday night we’ll have a similar memorial service for my father as we did for my mother at Patchwork Central . Mostly friends remembering.Wednesday, if all goes according to my plan, Diane and Peter and I will rent a truck and drive my father out to Latham, Kansas and bury him in his family cemetery.
I talked to Steve McCune, the man in charge of hiring the “grave digger,” and he informed me that lot B is owned by my great grandfather and that’s where Mack’s mother, grandfather, grandfather’s brother and someone else by the name of Jones is buried. After we inter my father there will still be three available spaces.If you want to make contributions in the name of Malcolm, please send them to Patchwork. I am thankful for all the phone calls yesterday. I didn’t have time to return many (any?), but I am grateful for the support. I plan on updating the blog as we move about the midwest.
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smiling Dan
Tearful. What a perfectly apt Mozart requiem at this sad time, Michael.
For those if us not fluent in Latin, the lyrics:
Tearful that day,
on which will rise from ashes
guilty man for judgement.
So have mercy, O God, on this person.
Compassionate Lord Jesus,
grant them rest. Amen.
Apt also given that these were apparently the last notes Mozart composed.
adam
Thanks for the translation, Dan! Gives the appreciation another dimension. I loved the piece, which IS beautiful (and especially interesting was watching the different apparent levels of effort exhibited by the singers). But why do many conductors appear to be experiencing intestinal problems or having an orgasm … ? Are they caretakers channeling the ecstacies of all the musicians, who themselves seem more workmanlike … ?