I was born in 1946 and raised in the fifties in an ordinary french village. That was a very simple time to grow up in, and even though we had very little, I had a very happy childhood.
Meeting Rachel in 1973 completely changed the course of my life, and we have been married and happy 44 years. I still believe in and fight for a better World, but I also seem to get more serene as I age, and have achieved though meditation a certain amount of control over my mind.
Seventy two years have gone by since I was born in that little french village, and I feel very lucky to be alive and happy with Rachel in the "dream house" I built for us almost 20 years ago.
When I was a little kid, we lived in a tiny doll house with an attic in which there was a small room that was my den. The only sources of music were the radio, the old piano my older sister practiced on, and the violin my Dad sometimes played. Neither of them was very talented on their chosen instruments. On the other hand, my dad had a good tenor voice, and was the lead singer in the choir of the (Catholic) Church. I grew up singing along, but never learned to read music fluently.
There was an old black wind up boxy Victrola in the attic, and a bunch of 78 records left over from my mother's somewhat privileged upbringing. I spent hours listening to them in that little attic room, a fairly eclectic mix of Popular singers of the 40's( Georges Tyll, Tino Rossi, Maurice Chevalier, Georges Guétary), of Popular Operettas(La Veuve Joyeuse, L'Auberge du Cheval Blanc, Chou Chou, L'Ecole Buissonnière, Le Pays du Sourire, Un de la Canebière), of Strauss Waltzes(Le Beau Danube Bleu, La Valse de L'empereur), of Military Marches, and of some Classical Music and Opera(Carmen, Fidelio, Faust, Madame Butterfly).
Meeting Rachel in 1973 completely changed the course of my life, and we have been married and happy 44 years. I still believe in and fight for a better World, but I also seem to get more serene as I age, and have achieved though meditation a certain amount of control over my mind.
Seventy two years have gone by since I was born in that little french village, and I feel very lucky to be alive and happy with Rachel in the "dream house" I built for us almost 20 years ago.
When I was a little kid, we lived in a tiny doll house with an attic in which there was a small room that was my den. The only sources of music were the radio, the old piano my older sister practiced on, and the violin my Dad sometimes played. Neither of them was very talented on their chosen instruments. On the other hand, my dad had a good tenor voice, and was the lead singer in the choir of the (Catholic) Church. I grew up singing along, but never learned to read music fluently.
There was an old black wind up boxy Victrola in the attic, and a bunch of 78 records left over from my mother's somewhat privileged upbringing. I spent hours listening to them in that little attic room, a fairly eclectic mix of Popular singers of the 40's( Georges Tyll, Tino Rossi, Maurice Chevalier, Georges Guétary), of Popular Operettas(La Veuve Joyeuse, L'Auberge du Cheval Blanc, Chou Chou, L'Ecole Buissonnière, Le Pays du Sourire, Un de la Canebière), of Strauss Waltzes(Le Beau Danube Bleu, La Valse de L'empereur), of Military Marches, and of some Classical Music and Opera(Carmen, Fidelio, Faust, Madame Butterfly).
