MICHAEL WALSH RIDING ON THE AIRWAVES With over 100 radio shows behind him; in fact, nearly 200 if one includes broadcasters other than The AHC (Andrew Carrington-Hitchcock) team ups, veteran euro-patriot is always worth listening to.
I enjoyed reaching a milestone birthday; many don’t make it this far. My family was gathered around me, which was good as I would otherwise have had much to reflect upon. My classmates lived a life that later generations can only read about. Our generation was born to parents born before the House of Windsor (1917).
In 2011, the Euro Weekly News Group exclusively awarded Michael Walsh ‘Writer of the Year.’ Michael Walsh has received plaudits from leading media editors, influential writers, politicians, household name celebrities, and of course from scores of established and novice writers for whom he has helped to get published.
Michael Walsh’s poem, The Garden Bower, evoked a story from a North American reader who writes: I have had these conversations since the last ten years with my husband Bert, who died so tragically. His soul left his body in 2009 when he signalled me by illuminating my office with the most radiant warm glow. When I looked outside there was a beautiful red cardinal bird sitting on the giant spruce tree in my back garden.
I suppose it is only natural that those in the public eye consider their biographies to be of interest to us lesser mortals. No doubt many have led colourful and exciting lives, especially those whose careers were in travel or entertainment.
There’s a special type of people in this world that is most often difficult to understand. These people prefer to be single and tied up at the same time. They are free spirits, innocent lovers, they see the world as it should be and what it can be.
How often we relax to the quintessential melodies of Spain’s Isaac Albéniz (1860 – 1909). His Rapsodia Espanola, Sevilla and Granada, based on Catalan folk songs, are perhaps the better-known of his compositions. These exquisite heartrending melodies evoke the Spanish dream more than could any Goya painting but what of the man behind the music?
A popular truism is that you are known by the company you keep’. I pondered this when walking with my companion we attracted pitying glances. Whilst I was reasonably attired my companion looked like a down and out. Wearing ill-fitting jeans and a jumper that had seen better days my friend was also in desperate need of a shave and haircut.
In a letter dated October 1866, French composer Georges Bizet (1838 – 1875) went straight to the point of opera: ‘As a musician, I tell you that if you were to suppress adultery, fanaticism, crime, evil, the supernatural, there would no longer be the means for writing one note.’
Where and when appropriate I greet a lady by the simple courtesy of raising the back of her hand to near my lips. For many, it is a first experience that has so far brought pleasure. I wonder how many women have had a hat raised in greeting or how many ladies have seen men rising from their seats on their entering a room.