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Goodbye to a Tradition

Engraved on the inside of my wedding ring are the notes of the opening theme of Haydn’s 88th symphony.  It’s a long story, but illustrative of what our son Seth called “his classical-music-loving parents”.

So it's no surprise that Peter and I had a decades-long subscription to the concert series of the Handel and Haydn Society. We attended with dear friends, and it was a lovely tradition.

After Peter died, I kept our subscription with our friends, but it wasn’t the same without him.  Then this season I missed two concerts due to travel.  And today I decided not to subscribe to the 2024-2025 season.  I still hope to go to a concert or two, but it’s not going to be the same.

I remind myself to be grateful for a wonderful tradition.

Still, I am sad.


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Julie A R Stephens

Hi Judy,

Music is a sweet part of life. My husband and I went to concerts at the Bass Hall in Ft. Worth, TX many years ago when we lived in suburbia. We choose to live in a tiny mountain village at 9,000 ft. now. Music students come here annually for a working retreat in the mountains and give classical performances.

Life is bittersweet that’s certain. I’m sorry you are sad. I think we are very fortunate if in our lives we are able to make a difference and make memories. Thank you for sharing. I enjoy visiting your blog. Come visit mine.

Hugs julie

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