Canterbury Castle in the Sky

by Kate

 I read too much. I know the current emphasis is all on coaxing and bribing kids to read more, as though reading is an unalloyed virtue in and of itself. It isn’t. There are lots of trashy and downright awful books out there along with the good ones, and then there are the reams of  pure fluff. Sometimes I compare and contrast the current vogue for praising any and all reading with the stern Victorian admonitions against novels and wonder which school of thought is more realistic.  In any case, reading is an incredibly effective escapist past-time, which comes in really handy when you are growing up in a howling mob of nine children. My father, who never attends a sports event without a stack of magazines and library books, can attest to this.

The exorbitant amount of time that I spent reading while growing up fed an equally extravagent imagination.  I ran through the woods in torn silk remnents of bridesmaids dresses which caught on brambles and burrs but didn’t deter me from the palace grounds of my imagination. When I was 15, I became enamoured of donning a long thick cloak and wafting about the ridgetops in the mist, singing little ballads and pretending I was in Ireland. My brothers, who milked cows and had actual social interactions with our neighbors, were deeply humiliated and begged me to stop.

Luckily for me, I have been able to take this penchant for bringing the drama of novels into ordinary life and channel it into my work as a harpist. When I play the harp in public I make sure to dress the part. Voluminous ballgowns, pearls, hair flowing down the middle of my back- it adds much more depth to the performance, in my opinion, and also makes up for my rather mediocre skills and repertoire. I really think it works. I may not be a virtouso, but I am confident that I bring joy to the audiences I play for. These audiences are often made up of senior citizens, at retirement homes. Many of them are partially deaf. In that case the costume is more than half of the performance.

Recently I have begun playing often at Canterbury Place, a huge rambling stone and glass structure at the top of the steep hill running up my street. The original building was an Episcopal Church Home built 150 years ago as a home for orphans and elderly women living in genteel poverty. In the 1980’s, a massive addition was completed, with a glass walled aerie six floors up overlooking the city of Pittsburgh.

The only picture that I have that shows the size of the whole building is this one, with Canterbury Place in the background.

Yesterday, I was asked to play for the cocktail hour preceding a candlelight dinner for the residents. My harp was already there, tucked in a corner of the tiny historic 150 year old chapel, so I threw on a (wrinkled) hot pink 1940’s style ballgown and billowed up the street. I took the elevator up to the sixth floor, somehow managing to cart my harp, music stand, two large bags, and a camera.

I set the harp up in a large room with a fireplace, plate glass windows, and an ice sculpture.

I set the harp next to a massive antique grand piano, towering potted plant, and fantastic view. I apologize for the low quality of the pictoral evidence, as I was busy playing the harp and negotiating the swirling folds of my dress.

After playing, I wandered through the library.

And looked out the windows, trying and failing to capture the beauty of the view.

Here is a little story for you. A few years ago I worked in an office. At night, I curled up in an old armchair and drank wine and read the entire works of Jane Austen. I’d only read Pride and Prejudice growing up, and due to an unfortunate Christmas present that you can ask Colleen about, I happened to possess several of the rest of her novels. I spent a full month or two wandering through the mansions of Austen’s world, and at work I would stare past my computer and into space, dreaming about living in a huge rambling old mansion, wandering through the corridors into the library, reading and playing the harp, having genteel conversations and taking walks in the rain. (Here I go again with the walking in the rain. I blame the books entirely.) I couldn’t imagine an existence wherein those were my only responsibilities. I still can’t, although I have been startled in the past couple years by how often the pattern of my life has taken those rough forms, much more than it resembles my time in an office. However, I am thrilled by the fact that by dint of my side job as a harpist at a genteel senior citizens community, I regularly wander through unknown corriders into libraries with sweeping views of the city, play upon the harp in salons with large chandeliers, and perhaps best of all sweep down the staircase in a trailing ballgown. Even if it is wrinkled.

I am constantly amazed and amused by the manner in which dreams turn to reality.

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66 thoughts on “Canterbury Castle in the Sky

  1. judithornot

    Years ago I read a book called “Wishcraft,” about incorporating the things we love and always wanted to do into our lives. And you are doing it! Reading this made me happy. :-)

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  2. PCC Advantage

    I am always amazed at how harpists are able to play the harp. I mean, I know how stupid that sounds, but when I play the piano, the keys are right in front of me. I don’t have to go searching for the right one because they are all laid out in a row in front of me. A harpist must have incredible depth-perception in order to pick out which string to pluck!

    Does that sound stupid? Haha..if so, I’m sorry, but I’m always in awe any time I see someone with a harp, and am always very impressed. You people just have incredible talent! :)

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    1. sweetridgesisters Post author

      it is so lovely to hear a pianist appreciate the harp- and yes, it is harder because your hands are floating in space. i started in piano though, and my sister colleen who writes here as well is a beautiful pianist. i think everyone should start with piano. it is a wonderful fundamental instrument- and it will help you if you ever take up the harp!

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  3. Leah @ The Frugal Twosome

    Your first two paragraphs are fabulous – I’ve been guilty of several of the same behaviors over the course of my life. (Except I was wandering away from my family while on hiking trails in Alaska in order to sing Irish ballads to the woods and lakes, and I did not have a cloak. V. jealous of your cloak.) Also, I’m reminded that ’tis the season for my annual re-read of Wuthering Heights. Cheers!

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  4. claudsy

    Psychologists would say that you’ve entered a realm of self-fulfilling prophecy. Others would say that you’ve been channeling The Secret. I wonder if it isn’t a bit of both, plus the perspective with which you look at the world and your place within its many folds.

    You’ve obviously taken what you see as the best of those early reading experiences and woven them into your life so that you can continue to savor the wonder you discovered all those years ago.

    Would that we all could find the courage to take ourselves more often into those worlds which captured our dreams so long ago and draw them around us as you did your cloak.

    Kudos to you for your unrelenting love-affair with both book and atmosphere. They’re a wicked conbo.

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  5. CurlyLAF

    wow! I’m more than fascinated with this post! congrats for being freshly pressed!

    I’m an avid Jane Austen fan and I’m so happy to find a bookworm with the same passion. You’re fab! I love the harp though I can’t play the harp…you’re gifted!
    The picturesque photos are very inviting! I wish I could visit that place :)

    Keep inspiring! KUDOS!

    ~Lai
    curlybookworm.wordpress.com

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  6. rajmangal

    You’ve obviously taken what you see as the best of those early reading experiences and woven them into your life so that you can continue to savor the wonder you discovered all those years ago.Your dress was awesome..you looked great..the pictures looked good!! I’m sure you play better than what you say! Great job!

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  7. Geetanjali

    I loved the part where you talk about having walked around in a black cloak, singing ballads and imagining you were in Ireland! ;) I used to be that way as well. And my younger brother, sadly for him, was almost always bossed into being my sister in these imaginary games.

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  8. Jenna

    I’m a huge Jane Austen fan, and I love the image of you snuggled up with her collected works and a glass of wine.
    And keep rocking those gowns like you do!!

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  9. leadinglight

    I never liked the Jane Austen novels much – never thought Darcy was the ideal fellow and found Elizabeth horrid beyond bearing – but I must admit her stories translate into film in a fantastic way. But I think all of us explore our imagination fed by reading in different ways.

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  10. Mediamichele

    Congratulations on being freshly pressed! Love your voice in your blog and someone else said how easy piano is compared to the harp – I play piano and violin and can’t even imagine playing the harp – such a lovely instrument. Beautiful pictures, lovely blog – keep it up and we’ll keep reading!

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  11. Zoe Loves

    I do this too! Although Jane Eyre would be my inspiration over the likes of Elizabeth Bennet. Walking home along country lanes pretending all the way… I used to wear a weird long skirt to primary school to really create the oldy mood…(cringe!) xxx

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