New York, New York
REDPATH--Jean. Jean Redpath was born in Leven, Kingdom of Fife, Scotland in 1937 into a musical family. Four years into her studies at University of Edinburgh, she was encouraged by her mentors to focus on her singing of traditional Scottish music. She came to California in 1961 and after...
Read More"Strathearn, oh how shall I quit thy sweet groves? How bid thee a long, oh an endless adieu?"
I have loved her voice and her irreverant love for Scottish tradition all of my adult life. I had the privilege of meeting and traveling with her a few years ago and I will always be grateful for that.
Linda Kent
September 02, 2014 | Weare, NH
There are Angels hovering 'round.
She will never be forgotten. Her beautiful voice and her beautiful person. Thank you Jean, for all you did for the world and the joys you brought others.
Joanne Vician
September 02, 2014 | Champaign, IL
TO JEAN REDPATH
and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas
"Fled is that music-: Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, Ode To A Nightingale
fled is the dream past dream on the clock of waking;
tulip-cupped the moon where the starry snows are flaking.
when will I awake in the rooms of before, not after.
silver, laughed the trees but they are gone
where the sun creaks like old swings on the playgrounds.
after song is evening, afterthought is all,
in...
Mary Douglas
September 02, 2014 | Winston-Salem, NC
and to my mother, Mary Adalyn Young-Douglas
"Fled is that music-: Do I wake or sleep?"
John Keats, Ode To A Nightingale
fled is the dream past dream on the clock of waking;
tulip-cupped the moon where the starry snows are flaking.
when will I awake in the rooms of before, not after.
silver, laughed the trees but they are gone
where the sun creaks like old swings on the playgrounds.
after song is evening, afterthought is all,
in pearl bright...
September 02, 2014
There are not words enough to say how much she will be missed. She touched the hearts of so many of us. Her voice will live on.
Sharon Brown
September 01, 2014 | Brunswick, ME