I finally got some quiet time to revisit your album in entirety to get a feel for the whole body of work rather than on a one song per week basis. . While Hericots Verts had been my early favorite I grew into Morning Star. I did not read its' prelude until after listening to the song. I was stunned by the common thread in our paths. I spent my best summers at my grandparents' cottage on Balsam Lake and in visits by boat to Coboconk for ice cream cones. Now I am living in the countryside outside of Cincinatti, Ohio .. up the road from a place called Union Army Cemetary which is the final resting place of a lot of great grandfathers . At some point I will visit that place to view the mossy stones above those resting there below. I suspect I will find a lot of Irish names. Wow.
Thanks very much for your message and for listening to the whole of A Song To Deliver.
I know that careful listening takes time and focus and I am grateful for that.
Balsam Lake!
We spent time over by the stone walls near Kirkfield where there was family property. A couple of summers when I was 5 or 6 we lived on the Gull River, just above Coboconk, and I loved standing on the sluiceway watching the fresh water flow down from the shield into the lake.
My father's Mum was Irish American, from near Cincinnati.
She was a nurse and died in Montreal at age 35 from the Spanish flu, helping the ill .
My father was raised by her twin sister and her husband and family near Cincinnati.
The poem Dorothy and Jean is about the two infant sisters my father never knew, who died before he was born in , in 1912, in Russell North Dakota, where his Mum and his dad, a doctor, met.
I only recently learned about Dorothy and Jean when my brother sent me a photograph of their gravestone in North Dakota.
Thanks for your message, we do share a common thread!
I finally got some quiet time to revisit your album in entirety to get a feel for the whole body of work rather than on a one song per week basis. . While Hericots Verts had been my early favorite I grew into Morning Star. I did not read its' prelude until after listening to the song. I was stunned by the common thread in our paths. I spent my best summers at my grandparents' cottage on Balsam Lake and in visits by boat to Coboconk for ice cream cones. Now I am living in the countryside outside of Cincinatti, Ohio .. up the road from a place called Union Army Cemetary which is the final resting place of a lot of great grandfathers . At some point I will visit that place to view the mossy stones above those resting there below. I suspect I will find a lot of Irish names. Wow.
Thanks very much for your message and for listening to the whole of A Song To Deliver.
I know that careful listening takes time and focus and I am grateful for that.
Balsam Lake!
We spent time over by the stone walls near Kirkfield where there was family property. A couple of summers when I was 5 or 6 we lived on the Gull River, just above Coboconk, and I loved standing on the sluiceway watching the fresh water flow down from the shield into the lake.
My father's Mum was Irish American, from near Cincinnati.
She was a nurse and died in Montreal at age 35 from the Spanish flu, helping the ill .
My father was raised by her twin sister and her husband and family near Cincinnati.
The poem Dorothy and Jean is about the two infant sisters my father never knew, who died before he was born in , in 1912, in Russell North Dakota, where his Mum and his dad, a doctor, met.
I only recently learned about Dorothy and Jean when my brother sent me a photograph of their gravestone in North Dakota.
Thanks for your message, we do share a common thread!