Returning from Morocco, jet-lagged and weary and worn, but carefree in some ways, I am now back at the office.
And the cares have returned!
Friday is our last audition day of the season. We should see another 10 students or so who wish to come to Webster.
I’ll take the weekend off, then hit the summer punch list hard on Monday. Our decennial accreditation visit happens in just over a half-year, so much of my summer will be spent on that.
The next holiday beckons in early July!
Memories of this week:
Poppie is second from right. I’m second from left. This photo was taken in Columbia, Missouri, at the first house my parents ever owned.
My maternal grandfather, Edwin ‘Poppie’ Lee Blocher, Sr., died 50 years ago this morning.
I was six years old, and I remember coming downstairs — at the house on College Avenue in Hannibal — to find my parents up and about before dawn. My mother was 28 years old, and had just had her third child earlier that year.
I’m told that Poppie died of a brain aneurysm. G-ma Ruth lived another 34 years as a widow.
Rest in peace, Poppie.