The wriggling reliquary of Waking Ambrose.
I'm sorry you never found the family.In the 90s I went back and visited the violin teacher I had had in '73. It was interesting.
Thanks, Weirsdo, I'm sorry too. One of these days Google may work some magic for me. Viols and Violas noch ein mal, nicht wahr?
Actually, that was my trip in '83. This was the get away from grad school trip. The violin teacher was French. I remember her sitting on a stool swaying around and exhorting "Chantez! Chantez!"
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