This week, I saw the same sketch on the same shelf that Brit saw it (see her post below). My daughter is learning from Georgia's violin teacher and playing Georgia's small violin. Before the teacher came in to start the lesson, I pointed to the sketch and said, "That's Georgia. She played the violin you are holding almost 30 years ago. She learned from the your same teacher." During the lesson that day, the teacher commented that the violin had a great sound.
Georgia, I feel honored and happy to have my daughter, Ashley, playing your old violin - playing "tuckas" just as you did, in the same home you learned. We love you, Georgia. May she make beautiful music as you did!
your eternal brother,
Cannon
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
A Long-Overdue Thank You
Tonight I played Dvorak's "American" String Quartet in Aspen's Harris Hall. All week as we've been rehearsing, I have been thinking back to watching Georgia, Peter Moench, and my brother Jon play it together. They loved that piece, and I love it too, all the more because I looked up to those people so much. Tonight I dedicated my performance to the memory of Georgia and Peter, and I felt close to them as we went through the joy, pathos, and humor in those movements.
I'm grateful to have known Georgia. She has always been someone I want to emulate. I was the lucky recipient of the first scholarship in her honor, and it helped me as I went away to music school, and not just financially. Georgia is often in my thoughts, as I think about the wonderful effect she has had on those around her. I grew up watching her beautiful smile and good humor, which got passed on to me even though I was the annoying little sister of one of her best friends.
As I walked on stage tonight, I went in not thinking about myself but instead about Georgia. I wanted to have the audience really feel something and make real connections with my colleagues. I feel that our performance was blessed and elevated to a higher level, and I hope that Georgia and Peter enjoyed it.
I just want to say thank you to the Marriots, and all the other wonderful people in the Utah music world that have given me ambition and shown me that you can be in this crazy business and still come out of it a good person. Georgia is a motivator, and her influence continues to be felt. Thank you, Georgia.
Megan Mason
I'm grateful to have known Georgia. She has always been someone I want to emulate. I was the lucky recipient of the first scholarship in her honor, and it helped me as I went away to music school, and not just financially. Georgia is often in my thoughts, as I think about the wonderful effect she has had on those around her. I grew up watching her beautiful smile and good humor, which got passed on to me even though I was the annoying little sister of one of her best friends.
As I walked on stage tonight, I went in not thinking about myself but instead about Georgia. I wanted to have the audience really feel something and make real connections with my colleagues. I feel that our performance was blessed and elevated to a higher level, and I hope that Georgia and Peter enjoyed it.
I just want to say thank you to the Marriots, and all the other wonderful people in the Utah music world that have given me ambition and shown me that you can be in this crazy business and still come out of it a good person. Georgia is a motivator, and her influence continues to be felt. Thank you, Georgia.
Megan Mason
Saturday, June 26, 2010
A Portrait
I saw you today. Well, not you, but a portrait of you. I took my little niece to her violin lesson and my three-year old daughter came to watch. As we sat in that studio, where you spent so many hours and learned so many things from that most amazing of teachers, my head swam with loads of new information, and my eyes wandered for a second to take in my surroundings. They stopped short when, in a tiny little frame on the top shelf of a book case, I saw this:
My word, you are dear to so many people.
I let my imagination run a bit, wondering what you looked like as a 4-yr old twinkler, wondering how your mom took notes, how she practiced with you, wondering what kept you going on the journey of learning to play the violin.
As I embark on that journey with my own daughter, I will keep that portrait of you in mind, to remind me that the practicing and lessons and technique and hours of work are to help her become a beautiful woman, with a beautiful heart, like you.
My word, you are dear to so many people.
I let my imagination run a bit, wondering what you looked like as a 4-yr old twinkler, wondering how your mom took notes, how she practiced with you, wondering what kept you going on the journey of learning to play the violin.
As I embark on that journey with my own daughter, I will keep that portrait of you in mind, to remind me that the practicing and lessons and technique and hours of work are to help her become a beautiful woman, with a beautiful heart, like you.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Spring
I changed the blog look, just for a little, well, change. Hope you like the fresher look for spring. I thought it was whimsical and a little bit "Georgia". The unfortunate part is that now it seems the music player is not functioning. I'm not a pro-blogger, so that will have to wait for a facelift from Christian when he gets the time to adjust the size of the player. My apologies to you all if you were wanting to listen in the mean time. Of course, any suggestions on the blog layout, etc. will happily be considered, so comment away, or email me. I think of myself as "in training" so be patient.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
A Dream
From my journal entry dated Monday, February 15, 2010
"It's early in the morning. I just woke up from a dream about Georgia. Mike and I were back in Indiana for some reason. He and Stephen were taking me to a dentist's appointment. While in the waiting room, we heard that Georgia's friends and family were gathering on the IU campus. We had been waiting 45 minutes for my dental appointment and hadn't been seen. All of her friends and family were gathering at 11am, and it was 10:45am. I went and told the receptionist I had to leave. When asked why, I began crying and shared the story of Georgia with her, and bore my testimony. As Mike, Steve, and I headed out to the bus that would take us to the building we needed, we were slowly joined one by one by friends from IU that weren't members. I specifically remember Jimmy Turel. When we made it to the building, I remembered it to be of great importance to me, a place that Georgia and I had gone often together on campus. Georgia's mom was bearing a powerful testimony of Georgia's life. We sat down and listened with great intent. The spirit was strong. When the meeting ended, I looked around and saw that Brittany and her husband were there, as well as Cami and her husband. We embraced each other with great emotion, and just sobbed and sobbed. Before I could talk to anyone about Georgia's spirit that seemed to be so present in that room, my dream seemed to vanish and slip away from me. It seemed to be a testimony to me that Georgia's influence is still around us always, and her testimony is still as radiant as ever. She is still touching lives from her side of the veil, and she still has time to send those little reminders to her loved ones whenever she can. That great friendship can be felt from her still, and won't be broken through death."
"It's early in the morning. I just woke up from a dream about Georgia. Mike and I were back in Indiana for some reason. He and Stephen were taking me to a dentist's appointment. While in the waiting room, we heard that Georgia's friends and family were gathering on the IU campus. We had been waiting 45 minutes for my dental appointment and hadn't been seen. All of her friends and family were gathering at 11am, and it was 10:45am. I went and told the receptionist I had to leave. When asked why, I began crying and shared the story of Georgia with her, and bore my testimony. As Mike, Steve, and I headed out to the bus that would take us to the building we needed, we were slowly joined one by one by friends from IU that weren't members. I specifically remember Jimmy Turel. When we made it to the building, I remembered it to be of great importance to me, a place that Georgia and I had gone often together on campus. Georgia's mom was bearing a powerful testimony of Georgia's life. We sat down and listened with great intent. The spirit was strong. When the meeting ended, I looked around and saw that Brittany and her husband were there, as well as Cami and her husband. We embraced each other with great emotion, and just sobbed and sobbed. Before I could talk to anyone about Georgia's spirit that seemed to be so present in that room, my dream seemed to vanish and slip away from me. It seemed to be a testimony to me that Georgia's influence is still around us always, and her testimony is still as radiant as ever. She is still touching lives from her side of the veil, and she still has time to send those little reminders to her loved ones whenever she can. That great friendship can be felt from her still, and won't be broken through death."
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Sometimes I wish...
I know, I know...Georgia is where she's supposed to be. I know. And, sometimes, along with that knowledge, I wish that I could see an updated picture of her. I love the pictures she left for us. She is truly beautiful. It's just that this holiday, I found myself wishing that I could see a new picture of her THIS Christmas. With the family. Nieces and nephews climbing on her. Laughing at her brothers. Flopping on me. I miss her. She is the standard for us in being kind, loving, faithful and generous. I wish I could have an updated picture of that George we love.
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