Where does a year go?

Whistle
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Bree here, Glenn Schultz’s daughter.

Been thinking about you folks a lot this week, since tomorrow (08 June) is the anniversary of Da’s passing. Wanted to say thanks to all of you, for support, phone calls, cards, prayers, emails, and tunes played in honor of the Weasel during the last 12 months. For a bunch of electrons, many of you have helped us in ways you may not know…

Cheers!
Viki, Bree and Family

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So much to say, Bree…and I don’t know how to say it. Your kindness in personally choosing one of your dad’s last instruments for me, will remain with me always. Apples don’t fall far from trees. I wish I had known Glenn…

Best to you.
Bill

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So much to say, Bree…and I don’t know how to say it. Your kindness in personally choosing one of your dad’s last instruments for me, will remain with me always. Apples don’t fall far from trees. I wish I had known Glenn…

Best to you.
Byll

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Your title reminds me of this line from “The Lag’s Song” written by Ewan McColl

Sometimes I’d wonder
What happened to time as it passed

I can’t believe it has almost been a year.

It is too bad I realized how great his Whistles were until after he passed away. I have an A and Eb Water Weasel and both are great Whistles.

5

I still miss him. I’ll be thinking about y’all tomorrow.

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Hi Bree,

Glenn singing “Home Before Dark” always makes me smile and tear up at the same time. I will play it again tomorrow in his memory.

Peter

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Let’s remember how Glenn reached out and touched this community, in such a positive way, and still does, through you, Bree, and his instruments, that will be here to remind us of the man who created them.

Thanks for stopping by to say hello and remind us all that Glenn’s spirit is still in the air.

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Gosh, has it only been a year? I still miss him terribly. The memory of you and Glenn playing O’Carolan’s Concerto will always be pleasant for me. That and howling the lyrics to the May Morning Dew like a couple of basset hounds after we got a bit too far in our cups. It’s good to hear from you, Bree…
hugs,
Dave

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A memory, is immortal, while it is remembered,
Yur Dad left a legacy, which is remembered world wide,
And so he lives on,
Smile and know he would be happy with that.
I have lost a parent too…but they are part of me, it it my job to carry forward their ideals,
to you…well done!
Regards
David

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Arrrrrr! I miss the Weasel every day of my life.
FWIW-- the happiest I ever saw him was at your wedding, Bree. Love to all the family.
I’ll say Kaddish for him again today…