Last night the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra presented Fanfare, its 2008-2009 season opener, featuring the U.S. Army's Herald Trumpets. As always, it was an enjoyable concert, though odd in a way, since I often found the orchestra too loud. I'm accustomed to that in everyday life, and carry earplugs with me nearly everywhere I go, because whatever is amplified is nearly always amplified too much for my taste. Yet this was live, acoustic music, and it wasn't just the guest trumpets that were too loud. Orchestras are supposed to be too loud only if you're sitting directly in front of the percussion or the trumpets—not when you're far away in the balcony. Weird. Perhaps my ears are getting better as my eyes are getting worse.
As the oboe section is of primary importance to our family, we immediately noticed a gaping hole—where was Principal Jared Hauser? And Laura Hauser was not amongst the bassoons, either. There turns out to be a good reason for their absense: Jared left to take the position of oboe professor at the Blair School of Music at Vanderbilt University. Good for them, but very sad for us. I'm particular about oboe playing, and I loved Jared's sound. This reminds me of when Principal Flute Aaron Goldman left to become Assistant Principal Flute of the National Symphony Orchestra. The OPO seems to be a sending-off point for really good (and nice) musicians. I'll never forget the fun we had listening in one night when Jared and Janet played baroque oboe duets together. I was hoping for a repeat some day—but now one is in Nashville, and the other in Switzerland.Oddly enough, in a concert that featured such greats as Verdi, Shostakovich, and Richard Strauss, my favorite work was Tromba Lontana, by the living composer John Adams, whose Short Ride in a Fast Machine I had enjoyed when Janet performed it at Eastman.
Added 2008-09-29: Stephan was kind enough to point out that I had written "Tromba Iontana" instead of "Tromba Lontana." It comes of not knowing Italian, I suppose. (The title was translated as "Distant Trumpet.") I will grumble just a bit and ask why the program chooses to use a lower-case letter in a font where the lower case L and the upper case I are identical, and in a publication where most of the other titles have all major words capitalized—but I checked in the pdf version and it is, indeed, a lower-case L.
In my efforts to confirm the true title, I discovered these two YouTube videos, which you might enjoy. I wonder, just a bit, about copyright issues when works like this are put on YouTube, but for now I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.
Tromba Lontana
Today we celebrated the Smithsonian Institution's Museum Day by visiting The Maitland Historical Society's Waterhouse Residence Museum. If you're going to get in for free, why not check out a museum you didn't even know existed? The Maitland Historical Society's museums are located on lovely Lake Lily in Maitland, and we enjoyed a walk around the lake after our tour. I believe we can call Museum Day a hit; everyone in our almost-crowded tour had brought web-printed admission passes, and for most of us the museum was a new experience.
Since Mr. Waterhouse came originally from "the north," I can't help wondering if he was a descendant of my eighth great grandfather, Jacob Waterhouse, who immigrated from England to New London, Connecticut in 1676. He had a nice house, much more so than would be expected for a middle class family, because he was a carpenter and buit much of it himself. Part of the museum is his shop, which is filled with antique tools. "Antique," I'm sure—but it let us know how old we are when we found ourselves giving a sotto voce commentary throughout the tour: "This house is the same age as the one I grew up in," "My aunt had a stove like that," and "Those tools look just like the ones in my dad's workshop."One of my great-great grandmothers, on my mother's side, bore the name Juan Fernandez Pritt. In various census records she is listed as Penandis, Permandus, Joana P., Juann P., Joanne, and Pernandis E. Even though one of the most thorough researchers in the area found her listed as Juan Fernandez in the Weston, West Virginia courthouse, who can blame him, and others, for assuming that was an error and calling her Joanna? Even her middle name would be in question because of the census data.
I'm convinced, however, that Juan Fernandez is her correct name, although she was no doubt called by one or more nicknames throughout her life. The name in that form shows up in a published biography of her eldest son (my great-grandfather), and also on his official death certificate, bizarre as it seems for a child born in the backwoods of West Virginia, with no Hispanic relatives in sight. (More)Trying to catch up on my e-mail backlog, I came upon the World Names Profiler through my NEHGS newsletter. "The site plots 8 million names, using data that comes from electoral rolls and telephone directories around the world. Covering 300 million people in 26 countries, users can see where certain surnames originated, and where they have migrated to."
Here, for example, is the Wightman distribution map. (More)One banker's box stuffed to the brim with mail: that's what awaited us as we returned from an extended stay in Pittsburgh welcoming our granddaughter. I spent most of the evening sorting it into piles: Urgent, Important, Interesting, Political, Magazines, and Washinton Mutual. I kid you not. The mail from WaMu rated a pile of its own, as there were 16 envelopes, one for every two days we were away. I can't tell you what's in those envelopes, but I know it's not important: neither of us has an account with that bank. And yet we rate mail from them at a rate of one every two days?
So I wasn't totally shocked when I read this from the New York Times: Washington Mutual, the giant lender that came to symbolize the excesses of the mortgage boom, was seized by federal regulators on Thursday night, in what is by far the largest bank failure in American history. I'd say WaMu's downfall was caused by unwise investments, all right—not in real estate, but in paper and postage!Permalink | Read 1966 times | Comments (0)
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The Associated Press hasn't taken up the story yet, though I know from experience that will probably change. I wish private grief could remain private; since it is not, however, I need have no qualms about providing updates for those whose love and prayers support the particpants in this unfortunate drama.
Nearly six years after Isaac's birth, and more than four after she was charged in his death, Judy Wilson's formal trial began. Although they support Judy and never wished her to be charged, Heather and Jon were subpoenaed by the prosecution as witnesses—the only eyewitnesses other than Judy herself. Required to report to the Allegheny County Courthouse by 8:30 a.m. on Monday, we packed ourselves up—three sleepy children, breakfasts for eating in the car on the way, a cooler with lunch and snacks, an overstuffed diaper bag, Jon's laptop bag (Lime Daley service must be available, trial or no), a bag of books, toys and games, plus jackets, blankets, baby slings, and oh yes, legal paperwork—and headed for Pittsburgh, in the middle of rush hour. (More)Permalink | Read 5817 times | Comments (9)
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At lunch today, Jonathan told me he wanted a quarter of a grilled cheese sandwich; he then amended that to "half of a quarter." "So you want an eighth of a sandwich?" I inquired. "Yes," he replied, and proceeded to ask Heather, as he had several times before, "What's half of an eighth?" "A sixteenth." What's half of a sixteenth?' "A thirty-second." Then followed a discussion of just what "one thirty-second" means.
After lunch we had some wonderful molasses cookies made by a friend. There were just enough for each of us to have one, with one cookie left on the plate. So I asked Jonathan what fraction of a cookie each of us would have if we shared the leftover cookie fairly. This was confusing for him, so Jon simplified the question and began to lead Jonathan step by step to figuring out the answer. Jonathan is adept at the concept of one half and one quarter, including the written form that he encounters in recipes. However, this is a little hard to extend to one fifth, because there's no 2 in "half" and no 4 in "quarter." (More)We, meaning our family and friends, were talking about the Y2K problem at least 20 years before it happened. So how did it become such a big deal? If we peons knew, why was it an apparent surprise to the U.S. government and business world? Why were we caught so off guard that we needed a drastic increase in programming staff, which necessitated reaching overseas to Indian programmers, which in turn sparked the subsequent massive exporting of American Information Technology jobs?
We've known for at least as long that our economy was headed for a difficult, possibly even disastrous "correction." Some borrowing is healthy and makes financial and economic sense—reasoned, careful borrowing with every expectation of timely repayment—but an economy as dependent on foolish borrowing as ours is only a house of cards waiting to crash. The wonder is that the fall has been postponed so long, even if our current troubles are the needed correction. (I'm not sure they are; we've weathered disruptions before, and the media live off of doom-and-gloom, making everything seem worse than it really is.) We've buttressed our card house by extending more credit; then putting mothers to work to bring in more cash; then extending more credit; then putting our teenagers to work, not to support their families but to support the economy through foolish consumerism; then pushing credit on those who are least wise in their spending and can least afford to repay; then putting our homes to work through home equity loans; then stretching credit to the absolute breaking point as those in the highest places of most responsibility began behaving like the most foolish neophyte with a brand-new credit card. And all, from the dirt-poor to the wealthiest, expecting the government—which, may I remind you, is you, and me, and all those who still believe in responsible spending—to pay for their mistakes. (More)I never used to pay attention to the weather forecast, and was amused by my mother-in-law's apparent fixation on the topic. She was a Connecticut Yankee, and the weather sometimes meant life or death to her early New England ancestors.
So too, for Floridians, and ever since 2004, when we emerged from our 40-year hurricane lull, I've found it wise to keep an eye on the forecast, at least during hurricane season. I have my favorite Tropical Weather link, and have carefully followed the progress of Fay, Gustav, and Ike recently. (More)Permalink | Read 2594 times | Comments (0)
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At four days old, Faith saw the pediatrician for a general checkup. The only news of note is that she weighed 9 lbs. 11 oz., up half a pound from birth, putting her right on track to follow Jonathan's lead as "sumo baby," especially since Noah has weaned himself. (Noah followed a more normal weight gain because he shared the abundant milk supply with Jonathan.)
For the most part, Faith eats and sleeps, although she is looking around more, and today had her first opportunity to spend some time on her tummy on the floor. Heather tried to get a picture of her lifting her head, but the duration is still short and the camera delay long, so I don't know if she was successful.Permalink | Read 2116 times | Comments (0)
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Three years ago I read and reviewed Lu Hanessian's Let the Baby Drive, and recently my thoughts have been returning to that insightful book. Today's Frazz brought it again to mind.
(More)Faith is three days old and mother and daughter are doing great. Heather is healing rapidly, faster than with any of her other births. Faith is a champion nurser. Eating, sleeping, and looking adorable are her primary activities, but she also likes to look around and has quite decent head control for a three-day-old.
A nurse came to visit (part of the package with the Midwife Center) and seemed happy with everything. She did a heel stick on Faith for the PKU and other testing, and as soon as she did, Jonathan and Noah jumped and stood by their sister like knights—they weren't allowed to fight off the nurse, however. The main problem was not the heel stick itself, but trying to get enough blood for the tests required a lot of heel manipulation and squeezing, and Faith's cry was clearly more from anger than from pain.
Dad-o had to fly back to Phoenix, but Grammy and Papa popped in from New Hampshire, thrilling the two boys and soaking up as much "holding time" with Faith as possible given that their visit was actually shorter than the driving time.
Church people have been generous with meals and if they keep up this rate and quantity very long, Heather and Jon will have meals for six months. :)
Sunday night was a difficult one, but last night went better. We're all a bit sleep-deprived, but it's not entirely Faith's fault. I, for example, went to bed early tonight then stayed up to write this post.
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Early and middle labor: Heather's still smiling, and the men are assembling a wheelbarrow.
Proud big brothers and daddy
Happy aunt, happy mother at home
Faith Elizabeth Daley!
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On Saturday, September 6, 2008, at 6:35 p.m., Heather delivered a beautiful baby girl! She weighs 9 lbs. 3.5 oz. and is 20.75 in. long. That may sound like a big baby, but she's a pound lighter than big brother Noah at birth.
The name of the newest member of our family, the first girl in over 26 years, is
Faith Elizabeth Daley
Everyone is very happy and doing well. As time permits, I'll publish a longer version of the story, and you can follow it from a more direct perspective on Heather and Jon's blog.Permalink | Read 3919 times | Comments (0)
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