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[Emily Boyd Lowe]'s engagement to [Donald Lowe] lasted a while. "He was a hard one to tie down," she said. "He wanted a career." After she graduated, Emily had gotten a job in a little town in North Carolina as minister of music in a small church school where "they treated me like the Queen of England," she remembers. "So many people do. They bombarded me with silver. But I left that job. Like my mother, I left a job to get married."
"It changed my life," she says now. The year was 1956, one of the foggiest in British history - so much so, it was three days before the body of a neighbor who'd had a heart attack while collecting his mail was discovered. The general mood in Britain at the time was "pessimistic," she believes, but Donald's job had put him on the ground floor of optimistic scientific developments that would eventually take him and Emily all over the world. Much of his work, however, was classified and remains a mystery to her. "I didn't know what he was doing," she admits. "I still know nothing.""Guess what?" he called her. "We have one person signed up. It's a go." That person was Jan King, quickly joined by [John Rutter] and Franchie Kreinces, Bert Sise, Nina Tufenkjian and other chorale pioneers in those mists of time. Their first rehearsal was difficult, "I couldn't reach them," said Emily. "Next week I hit them with Haydn's 'Creation.' They took to it like fish to water. Their hearts were aching for it."See the full content of this document
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Emily Boyd Lowe: In a Heavenly Key
I have known Emily Boyd Lowe for many years and I should have known better.
I thought I'd hypnotize her so she would reveal the secrets of her life before retiring as Keys Chorale director at the end of the year.But the opposite happened. She put me in a trance. In a three-part fugue of overlapping interviews, her voice and her memories glided over Caribbean islands and flowed down leafy college streets and along a river that runs by the throne of God, casting a spell on me that I was only able to snap out of by transcribing her story.On Oct. 1, Emily entered her eighth decade, appearances to the contrary. Age - great age - is so much a part of her family that the Boyds seem to make nothing of it. Emily's mother, Jesse, for example, also born on Oct. 1, was born in 1889 and died in 1994 at the age of 94. Of her...See the full content of this document
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