Sheila has just had a treasure chest smuggled to me by James, Mignon’s husband. A dozen books, old letters, a diary of her 1985 trip taking Mother Mary right around those small islands which made such a damn nuisance of themselves in the era they call the Breetish Empire Daze. Of course, they’d just sayContinue reading “Treasure Chest”
The whole thing goes over seven minutes. I copied just the part I remember from Rumiko Isaksen on vimeo.com
We’ll let Padarewski play this one himself, but not for long. Sheila says she has a recording of Mom playing this. When I get it, it’ll be ‘Roll Over Padarewski!’
Quite one of my favourites, this would invoke peace. Some of the others caused some melancholy! Not this one.