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Showing posts with label Christa Saeger. Show all posts
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Friday, January 15, 2016

Lost and found

A true story

By Christa  Saeger, as told to Geoffrey  Dean

Toward the end of the last scheduled class period a violist in the school orchestra comes in and tells me, I found a 100 dollars in the bathroom, and I’m like, OK, I’ll keep it with me in case anybody claims it.
    And so you know of course I can’t go around and ask if anybody lost a 100 dollars cuz everybody would claim it. So I planned to take it to the office first thing the next day.

Monday, November 2, 2015

First Monday with Characters

[From ozphoter.com]
Susan C. Price, recently in Italy
This was REQUESTED, so...if it’s not funny or interesting, blame the requestor :-) (Oh, and yes, i have a sort of shopping...interest / addiction / whatever. In the years when i was working it made sense, as i wore something different five days a week. i still have the appetite...but not the...oh, lets call it “need”…I buy things anyway...and...i’m working on it, so judge away...but don’t expect me to listen.)

Monday, August 3, 2015

First Monday with Characters

Edited by
Morris Dean


James Knudsen, from the 4th row
Among my many, hidden treasures – some hidden so well that I can’t find them, is a collection of old concert T-shirts from the 1980’s. As a teen-ager I made several trips to Fresno’s Selland Arena to see the headliners of the day; Cheap Trick, Van Halen, and The Scorpions were some of the acts I was lucky enough to see. And if my budget allowed, I would purchase a T-shirt that I would proudly wear to school the next day, and it would declare, “Yeah, I was there!”

Monday, July 6, 2015

First Monday with Characters

Edited by Morris Dean

Susan C. Price, in juried art show
i have been working (not hard, just now and then ) on seeing if "fine" art (really, i cannot think of my work as fine...seems a silly term to me in this context...maybe ...interesting, bright...but not, fine) can "work" for me. By "work," i think i mean acclaim, notice, and cash. My brother claims it's just acclaim and notice...

Monday, June 8, 2015

Second Monday Music: Bulgaria intensive

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AISU students travel abroad for music and other arts

Edited by Morris Dean

[Editor’s Note: In the March 9 edition of this column, Christa Saeger introduced us to two-week intensive programs for students at the American International School of Utah. The school’s latest performing-arts intensive involved a trip to Bulgaria. With permission, we’ve taken some excerpts from the blog “AISUBULGARIAINTENSIVE,” where participants recorded their impressions. Bloggers are identified by their initials.]

Monday, March 9, 2015

Second Monday Music

A performing-arts intensive at the American International School of Utah

By Christa Saeger

One of the things I do besides direct orchestras in the Department of Performing Arts at the American International School of Utah, in Murray, Utah, is to help out with performing arts “intensives” for its students each trimester.

Monday, June 2, 2014

First Monday with Characters

Edited by Morris Dean

Dawn Burke, at Decoration

I went to Decoration with my two daughters. Two of my three brothers went together, and my third brother took our Mum, since he and she would be staying a shorter amount of time than the rest of us. Mum only went to visit Pa’s grave; otherwise she would have stayed home.
    It wasn’t as hot as usual, Hallelujah! The girls and I got there right before 10 a.m., and the others arrived soon thereafter. I put our flowers out first. Then we took a shady spot and got our chairs out of the van and set up for visiting. It wasn’t too long before André Duvall’s parents and his Aunt Lisa arrived and joined us. We had a real good visit with them and others, including cousin Ernest Story, whose dad died in a water well with his brother when they were overcome by a pocket of natural gas they hit while digging the well. Ernest never knew his Dad. His mom was around seven months pregnant with him when this happened. So tragic and sad! This happened on August 21, 1936.