We certainly had a busy April, what
with four preformances of Figaro for Opera Roanoke (including a
runout to Charlottesville); two performances of Pagliacci, plus
a reherasal, in Lynchburg; and three performances plus two rehearsals of
a concert of opera excerpts in Cleveland. In between we had a couple of
days to visit Hornell and to see Gramma Kay's grave for the first time.
(Gramma Kay, Kathy's mother, died last May.) Here are
Kathy and her sister Susan Argentieri at the grave and at the adjacent
graves of their great grandfather and grandmother, the Wallaces.
We went to the Argentieri's house
later to meet Walter and Kelly Argentieri, Susan and Walt's son and daughter-in-law
and Walter and Kelly's darling children, Lea, age 3, and Sam, age 6. We
brought them Va Tech sportswear, which they insisted on wearing right away:
Susan got a computer for Christmas,
but Lea and Sam both know more about operating it than Susan does:
Lea with her grandmother:
Here's Kathy with her nephew Walter:
And with her grand-niece Lea. Lea
calls her "Aunt Kathy" and calls me "Aunt Paul." She has something very
much in common with her second cousin Sarah Whitten: always smiling.
Sam with his grandmother:
Walter and Kelly:
All the grownups were treated to
dinner and lots of wine at the Italian Villa; dinner courtesy of Walt Argentieri,
Susan's husband, and wine courtesy of Walt and Kelly Sorry, no pix. Earlier
Kathy and I had lunch at the Collegiate Restaurant in Alfred, where Kathy
went to college. Here she sitting under her sorority paddle, which is still
hanging in the restaurant (too many) years later:
From Hornell we drove to Cleveland
and stayed at with Feza, Heather and Frodo while doing the supertitle thing
at the Cleveland Inst. of Music. Just a few pix:
Feza and Heather will both be teaching
at the Ferrum music camp in June, and Kathy and I will be taking care of
Frodo.
Before we left home the lilac bush
in abck of our house (Katie and Christen gave it to Kathy as a present
a few years ago) was in full bloom:
Kathy was so pleased, as last year
it didn't bloom at all. The front yard was ablaze with azaleas:
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