Found On An Overgrown Path recently

* "The last concert" of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is mentioned in: Cornelius Ryan: The Last Battle and in Antony Beevor: Berlin. There the date mentioned is April 12,1945. This seems to be corrobarated by Taschners widow, who said, that the day after

On passenger lists of ships arriving in New York and Boston, his name does not appear. Do you know more? Tijn Vellekoop (Taschner pupil, E-Mail bodio at xs4all dot nl) Netherlands - posted by Tijn Vellekoop on The Berlin Philharmonic's darkest hour
* Would you be interested in My Bible, which I have been making since 1987? I am James G. Pepper and if you google "The Pepper Bible" you will find my page with links to CBS and ABC and the United Methodist Church videos on my work.

* Recall, pliable, that Eugene Ormandy also lead the first U.S. performance, in Philadelphia, of the Shostakovich Symphony No. 13,

* I found your father's photograph of Clark Gable during an internet search. We are in the development stages of production on a documentary for Discovery

* Oh, if only this were true. I could see the "retinue" stomping out in disgust .. or would they be forced to sit thru the whole thing ?

Thanks for the day dream! - posted by Richard Friedman on Security scare changes Condoleezza's concert
And some very interesting links found travelling the Path. First, thanks to Carol Murchie (see A Year at the Symphony) for The Face of Bach, a fascinating web site solely devoted to portraits of the master, and The Church of the Transfiguration, Cape Cod, a wonderful new Romanesque style church with a superb organ and artworks, and I am told, liturgical music to match . And two more Bach web sites, JSB Workshop is

The last few days have also been very rewarding away from the blog. An infinitely moving

Back in August 2004, in the first month of posting, I featured a Robert Frost poem because it summed up what I was trying to do with this blog. It still does, so here it is again:
The Road Not Taken (1915) by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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