Will’s Biggest Fan

When Will leaves for college this summer, his little sister and biggest fan is going to miss him terribly. Emmy adores “Bubba.” Will played at the Steinway Piano Gallery recital this afternoon, and Emmy was in the audience to add her support.

Here’s a little clip of Will playing part of his Beethoven Sonata.

Reminisce About That?

reminisceIt was inevitable but sad. One of my favorite ways to relax for years has been to make some tea and enjoy Reminisce Magazine and Reminisce Extra, the every other month supplement to the magazine. I was hooked years ago after finding those magazines in dental offices and seeing all the lovely old photos and stories of the past.

Something about historic photos has always interested me. My Grandma used to have these old black photo albums with black and white photos of her childhood, and I looked at them each time I was at her house. How everyone dressed, the cars they drove, the way they lived—all of it was of interest to me even as a girl.

So Reminisce was my favorite magazine. May it rest in peace. Reiman publications didn’t take advertising for years and one of the joys of looking through the magazine was the absence of all the advertising. That changed a few years ago, and with many publications going under, I figured that it was going to happen sooner or later.

But the real change I lament is the content. Reminisce used to have pages of just photos sent in by readers. The photo pages were interspersed with stories of the past also written by readers. A few years ago when the magazine was sold to another company, I started noticing changes. The pages of just photos were mostly gone, replaced by a celebrity emphasis in the photo spreads. I can’t stand pop culture now, and I have no interest in pop culture of the past. A little of that is inevitable in a magazine about the past, but the drift at Reminisce now appears permanent.

Their cover this month features the Beatles and this subheader: Readers Relive the Day Beatlemania Arrived in America. On the back cover, the one that used to feature charming photos of babies in carriages or wedding photos from the 20′s, is a photo of some idiot girl sobbing on the ground because she had just seen the four from Liverpool. So that’s the end of my idyllic few moments enjoying old photos and edifying stories. I have zero interest in seeing the moronic celebrity culture of the past that led to our present obsession with celebrities of all kinds.

I realize that the older people of today are now reminiscing about things like, say, getting high at Woodstock. I get that. But it is depressing, nonetheless. How sad that future covers of Reminisce (if it survives another few years) will show icons like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin (both of whom died of a drug OD) instead of old wedding photos and stories of how Americans survived tough times with faith and family.

The direction of Reminisce marks just another lovely thing down the tubes, and it makes me sad. My advice to editors at Reminisce is this: Don’t patronize your readers with constant movie/music celebrity stories. Get back to more family photos and more stories about courage and hope. That’s what made Reminisce Magazine unique. We have enough celebrity garbage being published.

Meditations by Will Schlueter

Will Schlueter here- Ingrid’s son. I’m 17 and a high school senior. I recorded this beautiful piece of organ music and thought I could share it here on her blog. Called “Meditations”, it a communion piece built around two ancient chant melodies- the texts of which are still sung today. The two themes are introduced separately and then brought together toward the end, symbolic of the harmony found in Christ. The texts, translated from Latin are-

Ubi Caritas-
Where charity and love are, God is there.
Christ’s love has gathered us into one.
Let us rejoice and be pleased in Him.
Let us fear, and let us love the living God.
And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

Where charity and love are, God is there.
As we are gathered into one body,
Beware, lest we be divided in mind.
Let evil impulses stop, let controversy cease,
And may Christ our God be in our midst.

Where charity and love are, God is there.
And may we with the saints also,
See Thy face in glory, O Christ our God:
The joy that is immense and good,
Unto the ages through infinite ages. Amen.

Jesu Dulcis Memoria-
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast!
Yet sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy Presence rest.

No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Jesus’ Name,
The Saviour of mankind.

O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.

Jesus! our only hope be Thou,
As Thou our prize shalt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity. Amen.


Making Music on Will’s Organ (Yes, me!)

I find hymn playing to be a very restful thing. Will humored me, his mom, and gave me a few lessons on his Hauptwerk organ. One of the Swedish gospel songs I love is, “Children of the Heavenly Father.” Here I played a couple of verses. These are the words, written by a woman who had just gone through a very sad tragedy in her life. Her faith in God did not waiver.

Here is my version this Sunday afternoon. (The last note was Will’s doing on the stops, kind of loud!)

Children of the heav’nly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.

Lo, their very hairs He numbers,
And no daily care encumbers
Them that share His ev’ry blessing
And His help in woes distressing.

Praise the Lord in joyful numbers:
Your Protector never slumbers.
At the will of your Defender
Ev’ry foeman must surrender.