The mess the protesters left behind

Sepia Saturday- Celebrating 100 posts. My post-My Uncle Glen

Good old Sepia Saturday! This is their 100th week of posts.

My Uncle Glen almost made it to 100. He died at 99. He was an interesting person who became quite an accomplished artist in his second life, after he retired.

We dedicated one of our books to him.

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Diva challenge # 47- Lest We Forget

From "The Diva"-
This week's challenge is simply to remember.   Canadians have "Remembrance Day" up here (Nov 11)  - and every year starting on the last Friday of October the Cadets stand in Mall Entrances offering Lapel Poppies for donation.  The idea of the lapel poppy is pretty neat - based on the Poem "In Flanders Field" written by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 

Mariachi Garibaldi concert at the library

Mariachi Garibaldi is a fascinating group of Mariachis from Southwestern University. It's the first (and only) college in the country to offer a degree in Mariachi music. The director of this group is the professor (a gringo!!!) and he gives an interesting history of the music. He's been involved with this music since he was a child. I've loved the music since I was very young, also. We saw them last year in the old library. This year they had a wonderful new and much larger space for their performance.

 The leader is the trumpet player.

 

There are even two girls in the group. Something unusual in the past!
(I only got a picture of one of them.)

A little boy in the audience obviously wants to be a Mariachi when he grows up. He was copying their every move and dancing. Here he's singing into an imaginary microphone.

They had a new singer in the group...another Gringo. What is this world coming to??? He was pretty good, but not as good as the real Mariachis. The oldest man in the group was a wonderful singer. I wish I had recorded him, but instead I recorded a little bit of the Gringo.
(This is the first time I've tried recording. )
(I couldn't figure out how to turn it sideways.)