Last Tuesday we went downtown to attend a concert at Benaroya Hall, commemorating the 70th Anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz.
The performance was called Art From Ashes, and was produced by Music of Remembrance.
I had mixed feelings about going.
It was a wet cold day in Seattle.
The city seemed dirty.
It would be heartbreaking to listen to works by Jewish composers whose lives and legacies were cut short at the death camps of Auschwitz and Dachau.
But the music proved more poignant than heartbreaking.
These doomed artists plumbed the depths of their despair, gleaned beauty from their cruel twisted world, and imbued their swan songs with love and longing.
Each note, each word a parting glance, a declaration of love, a prayer…
“…Tearfully stolen from the distant west, a gentle pink ray on the thin twigs, settling its quiet kiss on tiny leaves..”
As Jake Heggie wrote in his song Farewell, Auschwitz, they cast off their striped clothes and held their shaved heads high. “The song of freedom upon our lips will never, never die.”
Ashamed and bewildered by the depths of depravity to which humankind has too often sunk, I also felt a fierce pride for its passion and courage and tenacious love of life that can raise art from the ashes.
Copyright 2015 Naomi Baltuck
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Let me tell you about my husband Thom. We’ve been married for thirty years, and he was the catch of a lifetime.
He was a kindergarten teacher, and courted me by reading his favorite picture books to me. I should have known he was destined to become a librarian, but I always knew he would be a good Daddy.
First to one…
…and then two.
Nothing could faze him–not even a Universal Bad Hair Day.
And he had tough shoes to fill.
I had a daunting checklist. The father of my children had to be intelligent (check), compassionate (check), responsible (check), a man of integrity (check) and possessed of patience, LOTS of patience (CHECK!). In fact, my mother always said it would take someone with the patience of kindergarten teacher to manage me, not to mention the children. But most of all, he couldn’t be afraid to get his feet wet.
Or to dress up and play pretend.
Or to know when to relax and put up his feet.
He has clearly been a good influence on the children.
He taught them everything he knows.
He helped introduce them to that wide world out there.
And all its wonders.
…to (New) Zealand.
With good humor…
Someone ought to raise a statue in his honor.
But I know he’ll settle for chocolate…
Happy Father’s Day, Thom! Thanks for EVERYTHING!
All words and images Copyright 2013 Naomi Baltuck