I
am writing this in mid-June because I just discovered that although
we have no newsletter in July, I will have just returned from
Seattle by the July 15 deadline for the August newsletter. I
will attend the AGO convention in Seattle and then Wayne is
flying out to join me for a week of vacation in the Pacific
Northwest. So my convention report will have to wait until the
September newsletter.
We
are halfway through this year of 00s. It is June, a wet rainy,
slow starting summer. It has been so far a year of transitions,
of passages. My mother died. A new baby granddaughter was born.
Also for all of us in the AGO a time of mourning the loss of
our good friend and fellow organist Marguerite Ziegler.
Marguerite
was the first to welcome me into the Cleveland AGO. She asked
me to serve on the Education Committee, which she chaired. Many
remember Marguerite's warmth and interest in the progress of
the careers of new members. I am inspired by Marguerite's undertaking
the pursuit of a Master‰s Degree in Organ after she had retired
from teaching school and of her obtaining Guild Degrees up to
Associate. Those of us who attended last year's annual meeting
at Euclid Avenue Congregational Church will remember Marguerite's
beautiful playing to the Mendelssohn Sixth Sonata. Marguerite's
deep faith and openness about her illness and passing will remain
an inspiration to those who knew her.
Over
Memorial Day weekend I was privileged to listen to auditions
by our scholarship candidates. In addition to college students
and one older student, we listened to two high school students.
The students are very dedicated and talented. It was very gratifying
to talk to the young students at the very beginning of their
organ study. They spoke of their goals and of their dreams of
being able to play the organ well.
Passages,
moving from one stage of life to the next. They happen to all
of us. I am in the middle generation. I have watched my mother
pass on and the new baby born. We say goodbye to an older colleague
and welcome a new one.
Life
rolls on like a river.
Fern
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