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Lest We Forget

I am humbled, and I have much to be humble about.  I've spent the last few weeks worrying about some health issues, both mine and Dear Husband's.  We're both fine, and lingering questions remain, but we have access to the best medical care in the world, and I am confident that we'll get the support and help we need.

Transfer station at Auschwitz
I think about the time and energy I've given to these worries, and then I read a story like this and I'm humbled.  Catholic News Service reports that Murry Sidlin, dean of music at The Catholic University of American in Washington DC, has created a concert drama that pays homage to Auschwitz camp choir.  The choir, which performed for other camp inmates, Nazis and other German officials, sang Verdi's "Requiem", which is music for a funeral.  Mr. Sidlin has created a remembrance of these performances.  You can read the article here:  http://www.catholicnews.com/data/stories/cns/1004153.htm 

I have had to struggle to give glory to God in some strained and difficult circumstances, but none of us have ever had to do this:  sing with all our being, raising our voices to God, knowing that our only hope to escape the horror around us would be death.  That Mr. Sidlin has chosen to focus on this is a great remembrance of these very brave humans, our brothers and sisters....lest we forget.

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  1. Oh I would love to hear this "concert drama"...beautiful piece in the Catholic News. You may also know of Olivier Messiaen's Quartet For the End of Time, which he composed in a German prison camp and was first performed for 5000 prisoners in 1941, similarly on decrepit instruments and under almost unimaginably unfavorable circumstances...

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  2. I know this is really old news (although Maestro Sidlin performs this at various locations all over the world, including July 2012 in Massachusetts), but it recreates performances not at Auschwitz, but Terezin/Theresienstadt in the Czech Republic. Thanks for posting..

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  3. Christina - clearly, not old news, if it's still being performed! Thanks for the note.

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