More Marmot Information

Well, folks in this area will be able to hear me reading from the Marmot stories at an event called Vinyl Church at St. James in Dundas. We’ll have a hip jazz combo with a sultry singer (Sara. my wife) and I’ll do some readings from the Marmot canon.

Now, I know you’re thinking that it sounds like a rather popular CBC radio show, nothing could be further from the truth, in fact, I’ve never heard of Vinyl Cafe – oops – what I meant to say was, “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”  Yes, that’s it! 

The date in late February will be announced here on the blog shortly.

Anne Stuttaford

Granny I

Granny, as I call her, is of course Sara’s Granny, but I love her as if she were my own grandmother.  Here are two pictures of her that I love.  One was taken two years ago and one about two weeks ago in the last days of December 2009.  The older photo won a ribbon at Rockton Fair Photography Competition in the portraits department.

Granny II

 

I’m planning to share some of Granny’s stories here in the blog, too.  She grew up in Kirkcaldy on the Firth of Forth in the Kingdom of Fife, then after her marriage moved to Rhodesia, where my Mum-in-law and Uncle George were born.  The family in time moved back to Kirkcaldy and then to Canada.

Pipe Organ Thoughts

Easter Organ Pipes
I have, in many ways, dedicated my life to the organ. As a small child I pointed towards the organist at our church and said, “I want to do that.”  Although there have been some bumps in the roads, I have done just that.
I’m playing a little these days, but basically I’m retired from active playing due to physical problems, but my attention to the pipe organ hasn’t diminished.  Having a small studio of students, I can watch their progess with great care. Some of my former students are doing great things in the organ world, even as their training stage continues.
As you read this blog, I will refer to the organ often, no doubt.  I have published compositions (and several as yet unpublished) for the organ, and I continue to write about the organ.  Indeed, if it weren’t for the organ, I’d not have met my wife Sara.
For a few years, I served as Archivist and Historian to the Royal Canadian College of Organists.  During that time, Sara was hired as a summer intern for the College’s office in Toronto. We got to know each other as friends, and in due course of time, were married. (This was the Reader’s Digest version of the story)
Our wedding was described by Muriel Gidley Stafford, the Grand Dame of the College  as an RCCO royal wedding. So many friends and colleagues came to sing loudly and wish us well.  My best friend Paul Grimwood played for us and conducted the choir.
In 2005, the College (RCCO) granted me one of its highest honors – the Honorary Life Membership, of which I’m rather proud. Also, as I was under 40 when I got it, I intend to have free membership for many years to come!
RCCO Crest

Foodie Photographs

Peter's Christmas Olives
Party toothpicks

These pictures were taken at Sara’s Dad’s party, 20 December 2009. I continue to look for small things to photograph and study. Sitting beside the table full of food (where else would I be?) I saw how beautiful these things were, especially before the party began.

The shine of the silver against the matte of the olives appeals to me greatly. Such beauty in such simple things is always wonderful.

At Dad’s party, the food is always wonderful. Dad’s partner, Mary, bought some Spanish cheese “not Manchego” and I continue to search for it. The rind looked like Manchego, but it was a richer cheese, although about the same texture. I’d better drive the whole five minutes to the cheese shop in Dundas, which is an amazing place full of the smells and sights of the cheese world!