Memories of New York
One day in 1954, as I gazed at the 12-inch black-and-white screen of our Philco “television set,” there appeared a picture of the Manhattan skyline. I said to my mother:…
Episcopalians
I cannot thank you enough for such a wonderful afternoon. We LOVED the concert/presentation. It was exceptional and meaningful for both of us. I especially loved the piano. I had no idea it was piano that I heard when listening to the piece. I always thought it was a harp for some reason. It reminded me of water…..I cried just a little hearing that beautiful music. Thank you for giving us some culture and life after Covid!