Ripple Effect

A journal of memories, impressions, ideas and mistakes.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

There's a beanie in here. I knew there was a beanie someplace, but I thought it was a Carthage College beanie. I remember wearing the Carthage College beanie. But it has a big M on it. MacArthur High School? I don't remember a high school beanie, much less wearing one, much, much less keeping one, but once again, the girl I used to be surfaces, and it appears I don't remember much about her either. If it is a MacArthur High School beanie, it is now 47 years old. Can a beanie be an antique? What a road show that would be. But hell, it doesn't even fit. Did my hair get bigger? My head didn't swell, did it? If it did, it should shrink a bit now, remembering that I was once a girl who wore a silly high school freshman beanie.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

And here is the program for said oratorio - Elijah, by Felix Mendelssohn. I recognize some of the singers. The ushers are courtesy of Beta Phi Epsilon (my fiancee's fraternity). William Pieper was on the tympani. I just liked the name. I wish I remembered more about this. I wish it conjured up a meaningful memory. It does do something - more like nostalgia. Nostalgia for a more innocent, peaceful time. I had never heard of born-again Christians. I was an atheist. But I could listen to the music, and not think of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir (and, therefore, Mormons). All of this has a flavor of Thanksgiving about it, of trees without leaves, of early snow, of simple beauty. It's as far away as Hobbiton now.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Must be 1962. "On Sunday, November 11, at 8:00 P.M., the music department of Carthage College will present the oratorio Elijah, by Felix Mendelssohn." I'm writing for the college paper. I do reviews, and other artsy stuff. I'm nearly always late. This is not a review. It is a press release. On the back is a schedule of Deadlines. "...a dramatics review to be written at a Wednesday dress rehearsal would be deadlined for 8 AM Thursday."

I remember being at those dress rehearsals. I don't remember their names. I can't imagine I ever panned anything. I wish now that I had. Just for the sake of it.l