Zoom reception tonight

We hope you can all join us tonight for calling hours, from 4-8.  We chose a long time slot because we thought, things being done over Zoom, spacing our guests out would be best.  We hope you can join us!

Zoom reception tonight, 4-8pm:

Kirianne Weaver is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.

Quick link: https://zoom.us/j/2430614191?pwd=NFd0ZHNneDhOaDBzRFdEKzVITWh4QT09

Topic: My Meeting

Time: Apr 27, 2021 04:00 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada)

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Memories of Dad

Dear friends,

In lieu of the usual poster-boards of family photos at a memorial service reception, I've made a 10-15 minute video of some memories of Dad's personal life.  His professional world was far more than I could encompass, and even this feels so partial, but it shows something of what he loved and did.  May it join us together in common memory and hope.

With thanks,

Kirianne

Updated link:
https://youtu.be/ufJ5BP0oIOo

In addition, many videos of Dad's playing and his trains can be found at his brother Bob's wonderful website.  This is a subpage link, but Uncle Bob is a composer too, and his whole site may be of interest!

http://www.rjweaver.net/music/jbw-page.htm

Some more comments from Facebook!

 

Some comments from Facebook

 

An Article from the Presbyterian News Service

 Presbyterian News Service article

Reposted from Facebook: John Beddingfield

Reposted from Facebook: Mark Bani

 

Pipe Dreams: The Weaver's Tale, posted by Michael Barone.

Michael Barone reposted this wonderful episode of Pipe Dreams.  I have played this many, many times for his grandchildren Liam and Shiloh; I want them to remember him this way, as I do.

https://www.pipedreams.org/episode/2007/04/23/the-weavers-tale?fbclid=IwAR04ZQ6AMC5xW5POJBZ-e2TAEpAyzt0kN-m0NzZbjqyAiRKzdWR7go0ylOE

Reposted from Facebook: from Andrew Henderson

 

 Reposted from Facebook:

Dear friends, family, and the many who seem to fall into both categories at once:

Last night, in the small hours, Dad took his last breaths. It was the winding down of a clock, and we knew the moment was coming when the hands would stop moving; it was all peaceful, and then came the dawn.

John Weaver had an incredible career life: at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church where he met Marianne, and then at the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church for the bulk of his career; as the chair of the organ departments at the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia and at the Juilliard School of Music in New York City; as an international concert recitalist, with whom Mom traveled and played the flute; as a composer of stunning organ masterworks and beautiful choral settings. He taught a generation of the world's finest organists, and was known for both his high standards and his kindness. He was prouder than anything that his students succeeded him at Juilliard, Curtis, Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, and most recently at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church. Their successes made him rejoice.

Dad was such an amazing light--I feel all the words I've ever been taught are inadequate to describe his warmth, humor, intelligence, artistry, mastery, goodness, dignity, and integrity. For all he achieved, his favorite places were a tiny valley town once called Mauch Chunk and built by the train industry, and an A-frame house on a high hill in Northern Vermont, where his own model trains made their last home.

When Jonathan died, Dad wrote on behalf of us all. Then, we traveled to Kansas to memorialize him; today there is no traveling, except in our minds, where we must catch a gentle line of music and let it take us over the hill he loved to mow in summer, around the long, slow bend of a train skirting the base of a mountain, through the imaginary worlds of Archenland and Shernland where his fictional children's tales were set, and right up, with him, to heaven.

To Jonathan: we send you Dad, where we know your love awaits.

-Kirianne