CJ Stern
I believe we are at nine trees (though it might be 12) some of which came from McMullen-Laird Acres up north. There is even a weeping white pine and a weeping spruce, amid sassafras, and other varieties.
I believe we are at nine trees (though it might be 12) some of which came from McMullen-Laird Acres up north. There is even a weeping white pine and a weeping spruce, amid sassafras, and other varieties.
I remember hearing about Christopher long before I met him, which was during the late 90s. At the time, I was Purple’s voice teacher and lived just down the street from the McMullen-Laird family. I taught quite a number of Steiner School students and Christopher’s reputation definitely preceded him! He had been described to me…
I had the privilege of study together with Chris at the RCM in London since 2017\. His pure joy of life, music and people gave an extra important dimension to the social and professional life in college. I would like to share with you this movement of E. Elgar’s Cello Concerto that Chris and I…
Passing along this memory on behalf of Bill Summers’s, Zeke’s Senior Fellowship advisor at Dartmouth: A great shadow has darkened the sky. The birds have begun their silent mourning. They sense the powerful moment of someone’s passing. Nature knows another spirit has retired from the earth, and we who remain behind veil our faces as…
Christopher Quentin was the first person I met when I came to audition at RCM in the freezing February of 2018\. He was stewarding and his appearance struck me immediately: a tall handsome guy, with his wide blue eyes glaring at you and that million dollar smile. I remember how he shook my hand and…
I became friends with Zeke at Dartmouth where we were classmates. I don’t recall how we met, but we spent the most time together over sophomore summer. There were swimming adventures, ice cream, long evenings on the porch, and “Prom” at the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge (where this photo was taken). Zeke’s eyes were always filled…
Zeke : la luce di un genio.. Un privilegio raro averne incrociato il cammino ! Conoscendolo, non si poteva che amarlo.. la sua vitalità, la sua ironia, la sua personalissima originalità e la sua sconfinata nobiltà d’animo toccavano direttamente il cuore di ciascuno.. Unico, per sempre.. Nostro, di tutti noi..