Christmas music is a wonderful thing, made terrible by repeated play over a short period of time, compounded by the more popular tunes being played ad nauseam while perfectly wonderful music is left by the wayside. I suppose I’ll be waiting for pop radio to play “The Rebel Jesus” by Jackson Browne for years to come.
A Christmas tune popped into my head—“Some Children See Him.” I’ve heard the James Taylor version. It was written by Alfred S. Burt, who wrote a Christmas carol each year—a tradition started by his father, Bates G. Burt. The elder Burt was an Episcopal priest who wrote a carol every year to include with his Christmas cards. Son Alfred studied jazz at the University of Michigan, and he continued the tradition, collaborating with Wilha Hutson after the elder Burt passed away.
Albert Burt’s carols gained popularity and an album called “The Christmas Mood” was released in 1954, shortly after his untimely passing at age 33 (lung cancer). I’m not familiar with all the Burt carols, but I love choral music and who can argue with four-part harmonies?
Why I love the Internet – Part #93
A little clicking around and I discovered that Alfred Burt’s older brother was John H. Burt, an Episcopal priest like their father, Bates G. Burt. John Burt was rector of All Saints Pasadena (1957-1967), and cemented All Saints tradition of being at the forefront of civil rights issues. From his obituary in the Los Angeles Times:
“A friend of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., Bishop Burt helped organize massive civil rights rallies in Los Angeles, including a 1963 event in South Los Angeles that attracted 30,000 people. He also was a vocal supporter of César Chávez and the farm workers’ movement.”
The carol tradition continues with Diane Bates Burt (daughter of Alfred Burt), and Abbie Burt Betinis, granddaughter of John Burt. Wow –listen to this. What a remarkable family!
There was a gathering of Lakenheath Lancers in San Antonio over the weekend of 4-5 April (folks who attended high school at RAF Lakenheath, UK). Photos below and at: http://imageevent.com/getdown/lakenheathinsanantonio
Don’t take my picture!
Terrie celebrated her birthday (a big birthday ending in Oh!) by wearing a tutu at the Chateau Marmont. Continue reading “Terrie’s Birthday”
I guess we all know it is quite impossible to keep up with all the wonderful blogs in the world. It’s a sad, but true, fact of life.
Still, I came across a blog post this morning that shouldn’t be missed. The amazing Christina over at A Thinking Stomach has posted wonderful photos and a lovely description of her trip to the Mt. Wilson Solar Tower. I think Christina is a wonderful writer. Here’s one of her photos to entice you to pop over there post haste.
Photo by Christina. Oh heck, one more photo…
I’m off to think about what Julia Child and Albert Einstein might have said to each other. Thank you, Christina, for setting the scene.
I have a lot of work at the moment, which is good, but I feel that I’m neglecting this blog. Frankly, I’m neglecting your blog too. I’ll try to catch up this weekend.
Why I love the Internet Reason #3: This morning I woke up singing “Lonely Boy” — it just popped into my head. (Sadly, the version in that link above is missing the all-important high note at the end. This is all I can find.) People, that song is classic 70’s pop. I love those lyrics, riddled with shameless sibling rivalry. Lonely Boy is a song that can really be belted out in the shower or your local karaoke bar.
Andrew Gold is the singer/songwriter. But did you know that his mother is Marni Nixon? And did you know she was born Margaret McEathron in Altadena in 1930? I didn’t, and now I do, and that’s Reason #3 why I love the Internet. AND Andrew’s father was Ernest Gold, a composer who worked on countless film and television scores, including one of my all time favs, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. (Fav line: Lennie Pike: But… this is a little girl’s bike. This is for a little girl.)
Now, let’s peek into this kitchen.
It’s lovely in a timeless 20th century sort of way, isn’t it?
Photo by The Scout
My condolences to the family and friends of Neil Barry. Neil was a fellow parishioner at Church of the Angels. He had a 6 year struggle with pancreatic cancer. Neil was an avid 49ers fan, and after church we’d stand on the sunny patio and talk football. He wore these sunglasses:
Still, I managed to take Neil seriously. RIP, Neil. Your 49ers just beat my father’s Redskins, 27-24.
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Welcome to Navah, daughter of Dave (Pa Kettle) and E, and sister of Ronen.
I was honored to be there just after Navah made her grand entrance. My role was to keep an eye on Ronen, who is one of the world’s smartest three year-olds. Ronen said, “I’m going to draw a beautiful picture for the baby. I’m going to draw a baseball diamond!” (Sadly, he will grow up a Mets fan, but some things can’t be helped.)
Happy Birthday, Navah!
Oh YOU! You nice, nice people!!! YOU lovely, kind-hearted souls! THANK YOU for the gift of in-home, his-and-hers massages for The Scout and me.
You didn’t see but I opened the envelope and burst into tears. Heard of projectile vomiting? I was projectile crying. LC had to sprint for the box of tissues. THANK YOU!
I enjoyed the festivities at the Venetian Theatre and Bistro in Hillsboro, Oregon. Photos here. How entirely appropriate that I would be at the place where Liz the Nurse won best costume (since I’m in Oregon because my mom is in the hospital). Turns out the owner of the Venetian is on the board of the hospital’s foundation—a happy serendipity for me.
The best part? The trombone guy handed me the cowbell and let me have at it. More cowbell, indeed.