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In the months since I last posted, I made my move from Iowa to Maryland, or the DMV (DC/Maryland/Virginia). It was wonderful to spend my first Thanksgiving in years with my family. It was also nearly as wonderful to miss the 20 inches of snow that fell in Iowa and below zero temperatures they experienced in January of 2024. Here, we did get a couple of inches a few nights when the temps dropped to the upper teens. I was fortunate to find a two-bedroom apartment in an independent living senior residence. The rent is outrageous, but folks keep telling me that it’s quite reasonable for the DMV. I try to tell myself that each month as I pay the rent, but it isn’t working. Anyway,… As busy as I’ve been trying to organize things from the move–the office is still a mass of boxes, I have gotten some travel…

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Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on Ma Head

I didn't mention previously that, in preparation for this trip--during which I expected to present publicly, I'd gone to the trouble having my hair done just before I left Iowa.  I also didn't mention that the TSA had pulled my bottle of styling mousse out of my carry-on bag because the bottle was too big to make it through inspection. If only I'd packed an umbrella instead of the bottle of mousse! Anyway, Friday morning was spent in the hotel resting and chatting with my mother and sister.  We decided to order breakfast room service (I can still hear the reverb of the cha-ching's from *that* one)--an experiment none of us wanted to repeat (when I write the Tripadvisor review, you'll see why). This did allow me the day to convert my notes into a coherent presentation for the evening's Burleigh Society program.  I also had plenty of time to roll my hair using an improvised solution to my departed mousse and to dress appropriately for the event.  I should have asked my sister to take a picture before I left, because... ...the storm washed my hairdo completely away. The very same storm--with its heavy winds and rain--that had visited Iowa on Wednesday and made travel through Chicago interesting on Thursday was now in New York.  I had a leather coat, which did a fine job protecting my outfit, but my head was completely exposed.  Usually, I do my hair and makeup on site as my way of relaxing before the program, so I have no idea why I chose to go a different route this time.  The results were pretty much inevitable, and no amount of combing was going to bring the curls--or any other style suitable for a professional performance for that matter--back. Oh well, as they say, "the show must go on."

The : //singin1.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/HTBSTributeProgramOrder.pdf">Harry T. Burleigh Tribute Program  was wide-ranging, and all who either performed or lectured --including the congregational singing of Burleigh's version of "Walk Together Children," contributed strongly to its success (I'll have to leave it to others to access my part in the proceeding).  However, for me, three things parts of the program were most memorable.

Following the welcome came a performance on a foot-pump organ.  After I saw all the work the organist put into her performance, I went onto YouTube to see if there was: //www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBCYN0nxGF4" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"> a video  about a similar instrument. I don't know if the instrument used on the video was the same as that used in the program, but the organist, Artis Wodehouse, was the performer during both.  I do wish I'd seen the video before the program because I'd have appreciated her outstanding performance even more than I did.

: //singin1.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/One-Year-Cover-231x300.jpg" alt="" width="231" height="300" />Second, a young member of St. Georges read a biography about Burleigh written by another youngster.  The astonishing thing was that the A+ graded paper was written fifteen years after Burleigh's death by a young person who had clearly learned to admire the late composer.  And the third thing that was most striking to me was my first hearing of the performance of "One Year," a song written by Burleigh during War World I.  What I found even more impressive to me as a singer myself was that the baritone, Steven Kirby, had sat for more than an hour before delivering that affecting performance.

And, of course, it was wonderful hearing Jean Snyder, my roomie at the AAASA conference just last February, share a little of her wealth of knowledge about Burleigh with her presentation about the singer-composer's relationship with St. Georges Church. Overall, though, I must extend kudos to all who performed or presented that evening!

Fortunately, the program was surprisingly well attended considering the cold, torrential rainfall that dampened the evening.  I believe that much of that was due to the organizational skills of the : //www.burleighsociety.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Burleigh Society (Marti Newland and Lynne Foote), the appreciation that members of St. Georges Episcopal Church still have for composer Harry T. Burleigh (1866-1949), as well as the talented presenters the society had invited to be involved in the program.

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The program was live-streamed and is now available online at : //www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KncSSsGrUM" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KncSSsGrUM.  I understandably avoided standing for the pictures that were taken afterwards.

The generous feeding of the soul that evening was then following by a major meal to feed the body.  The presenters and other guests, including my mother and sister, were treated to a sumptuous, not-soon-to-be-forgotten feast!

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We got back to the hotel around 2 a.m., and my sister and I immediately decided that, between the terrible weather that was forecast to continue until the afternoon and the early hour we would have to arise to make the 8: 30 a.m. tour--plus we really didn't want to leave our mother alone, we would be better off cancelling our tour appointment for this trip.

So, we all settled in for a good morning's sleep.

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Headin’ to New York

I reached the Cedar Rapids airport on Thursday morning.  Most memorable about the drive was seeing two different semis stuck in the highway median and a third badly damaged from where it had gone into a ditch on the side of the highway.  They served as a reminder of the severity of the storm that had whipped it way through Iowa the day before. The reminder was reinforced when I found out that Chicago O'Hare was delaying flights going into that airport because they were now in the midst of that same storm--btw, this storm will be a recurring theme of this trip.  After a two-hour delay, we were finally allowed to depart Cedar Rapids.  The flight was uneventful, but the delay caused me to miss my connection to New York LaGuardia.  The flight from Chicago to New York was packed with folks who, like me, had missed earlier flights, and it was so turbulent that the attendants were unable to serve refreshments. So, instead of reaching the hotel in time to have a nice dinner with the organizers of the Burleigh Society program scheduled for the next evening, followed by spending the rest of that evening with my mother and sister--who were coming to New York by train, I arrived around 9 p.m.  and settled for leftover macaroni for dinner. Still, I'm thankful that my trip was safe and that I would be involved in a weekend doing many things that I enjoy doing. Stand by for more....

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New York, New York…

Now, this is the kind of trip I like, a combination of business and pleasure.

First, business.  I'm scheduled to present during the : //www.eventbrite.com/e/harry-t-burleighs-annual-service-of-negro-spirituals-at-st-georges-church-a-tribute-tickets-31140514116?utm-medium=discovery&utm-campaign=social&utm-content=attendeeshare&aff=esfb&utm-source=fb&utm-term=listing" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Harry T. Burleigh's Annual Service of Negro Spirituals at St. George's Church on Friday, March 31, at 7:30 p.m.  The address is 4 Rutherford Place, New York City.  The program is free and open to the public.  More information available by clicking the link above.

Then, I--joined by my mother, one of my sisters, and my "host daughter"--become a tourist.   How much of NYC can we see in one day?  Let's find out... Sunday's wide open.  If there's a friend in the area who wants to get together for lunch or something, let me know.
BTW, my apologies for not blogging about my recent trips to Irvine, California, for the African American Art Song Alliance conference nor for the Music Library Association conference in Orlando, Florida.  There's plenty I could have said, especially about the AAASA conference.  Perhaps at some point I'd backtrack and share some of my thoughts about it.

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No post on Friday because I didn’t really stop long enough to do one. RB and I went from Port aux Basques, Newfoundland, to the outskirts of Philly (1284 miles) in about 36 hours. See the route at http://mapq.st/q2Puzi. Along the way, I had to stop at an Esso gas station, a holdover from years before it became Exxon? Was pretty much out-of-touch from 1 a.m. Friday morning when we left the ferry’s WiFi access until my cellphone finally ended its week-long “looking for signal” mantra somewhere around Bangor, Maine. As much as I appreciated the hospitality of the Canadians I met, I must admit I was happy to see the gates of home at the border. It was certainly much faster to cross there than it was crossing in either direction at Niagara Falls. Hmmm… wonder why? The lady who gave me a history of St. John’s on Monday…

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