Comments for http://www.musicatpennalps.org Thu, 26 May 2016 21:33:30 +0000 hourly 1 Comment on Performers by MAPAAdmin http://www.musicatpennalps.org/news/performers/comment-page-1/#comment-1528 Thu, 26 May 2016 21:33:30 +0000 http://www.musicatpennalps.org/?p=466#comment-1528 Done. Hope you get back out here on occasion.

Best,

Joe McDaniel, VP/Treasurer/Webmaster

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Comment on Links by Dan Fox http://www.musicatpennalps.org/links/comment-page-1/#comment-255 Mon, 10 Nov 2014 15:45:17 +0000 http://www.musicatpennalps.org/?page_id=469#comment-255 I am not sure how you identify and select performers for your Music at Penn Alps program but I have a nomination. I recently attended an event where a harpist played. Her repertoire includes classical and popular music as well as hymns. I got a card from her and here is her contact information:
NAME: Anna Hagen
PHONE: 574-875-0795
FACEBOOK PAGE: annahagenharpist
WEBPAGE: annhagenharpist.com

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Comment on Fred Bolton Memorial by Anthony Wright http://www.musicatpennalps.org/donations/fred-bolton-memorial/comment-page-1/#comment-208 Sun, 28 Sep 2014 19:47:06 +0000 http://www.musicatpennalps.org/?page_id=898#comment-208 It was a privilege to be Fred and Marie’s neighbor on Red Hill Road back around 1980. Learned much working alongside Fred on his place and a great deal about the world during our conversations.

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Comment on Fred Bolton Memorial by Lucy Bolton http://www.musicatpennalps.org/donations/fred-bolton-memorial/comment-page-1/#comment-56 Sat, 18 Jan 2014 14:17:49 +0000 http://www.musicatpennalps.org/?page_id=898#comment-56 Thank you dear “Annie Boat” for your wonderful words about Dad. I, like you, know how much he loved life and admired his desire and skill to live it to the fullest. Besides his family, one of Dad’s deep loves was for classical music. I think this is where he and I connected the most. So, I’d like to share my thoughts on this and show how it I think it describes his desire to live life – in all it’s many facets – to the nth degree.

Whenever Dad heard a piece of music that especially enthralled him, he “learned” it so that he could understand it as fully as possible. “Learning” a piece of music was a vigorous exercise. Carrie and Annie: Do you remember our early morning quizzes as we listened to the classical radio station over breakfast?!? The musical form of a piece had to be explained. The historical context of the composer’s life as well as his (or her!) emotional and intellectual background had to be studied. Comparisons between composers and even between one composer’s own outlay had to figure in the study too.

My first “learning” session took place when I was a small child. It was to the recording of a Bach concerto. I’ll always remember the exciting – and deeply contagious – thrill of really “hearing” Bach’s voice. Later in life, we – Dad, Mom, Allan and I – enjoyed many wonderful evenings of concerts together. Still later and until his last moments, we continued our lively conversations about music, asking each other what we had heard most recently and exchanging our opinions and feelings.

Music was a wonderful stand in for what was really at the heart of our exchanges. We shared a love for life, for our community, for each other. Thank you for that, dear Dad!

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Comment on Fred Bolton Memorial by annie b. richardson http://www.musicatpennalps.org/donations/fred-bolton-memorial/comment-page-1/#comment-55 Tue, 14 Jan 2014 00:20:39 +0000 http://www.musicatpennalps.org/?page_id=898#comment-55 Daddie was alot of fun and excitement and laughter. He loved and explored many things in his rich life from gardening to books, to hiking, to sports to film to all the arts to good food and wine and he liked pretty things and pretty people and pretty ideas. He was brilliant at building things from houses to boats to train sets to gardens to bee hives and raising horses, kids, friends and theories. He believed in the advancement of all people and all theories. He gave everyone in his scope a chance to express and exercise. Daddie was generous and outspoken for those who couldn’t speak for themselves – often he ‘knew best’ and sometimes he confessed he ‘couldn’t know’. He was honest and he expected each one of us to do the best we could with what we had – there was no whining or complaining. We each pulled and held our weight whether muscle or opinion. And he had alot of muscle and opinion! If work wasn’t done ‘why not?’ He sure kept up with me! I am so grateful for his strength – he sure was a beautiful and lovely man. He also had the heart of a poet. At a fancy dept store, he’d ask us what we thought of such pearls for mom. He’d make us hike 2 mountains in one night so we’d have the mountain to ourselves in the morning. He’d share long crazy walks (death marches) expecting us to enter into his spirit of romantic adventure. He’d throw open the french doors and listen (enraptured) to opera at top volume. At my son’s wedding this past September, he wore a tie that had been my husbands.

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