In the fall of 2000, the co-presidents spent a month in Wales and England. For Linda it was a research trip into English king Edward’s medieval castles (built to crush the Welsh), and into various Victorian museums covering everything from candy to coal. For Brad, it was time to be a tourist: once every seven years at Intel, you get a block of 8 weeks off to reacquaint yourself with the world, so Brad spent half of his 8 weeks on tour.
Here’s a very brief look at the places we visited, culled from our 2,400 photos made possible by Brad’s then-fancy digital camera and Linda’s laptop. Each night, Brad would download the hundred-or-so photos from the camera to the laptop, freeing the camera to take another couple hundred photos the next day. We have research photos of portcullis slots, murder holes, stairways, hallways, garderobes, merlons, embrasures, and many other details of the castles and houses we visited.
In June of 1998, the Washington County (Oregon) Chorale spent 19 days touring Denmark, Sweden, and Norway. Thanks to the tireless efforts of Gunnar Serrander of Scan Travel Center in Sweden, we had an unforgettable tour and sang to enthusiastic, packed houses in spectacular sites.
Here are just a few photos from the trip. Sorry for the low resolution – this was the previous century!
In the summer of 1993, the Washington County Chorale toured England, Scotland, and Wales. We sang at (among other spots), Bath Abbey, Westminster Cathedral (not the well-known Abbey, the less-well-known Cathedral), and the Pittville Pump Room. Since England is swarming with American choirs on vacation, the most common response we heard from our audience members was “If we’d known you were this good, we would have brought our friends!”
In the summer of 1989 the Washington County Chorale toured Germany (our director’s birthplace) & Austria. The most amazing place we saw was the Berchtesgaden Salt Mines, a sort of cross between Disneyland and a working museum. It was quite an adventure to dress in miner’s overclothes and careen into the heart of the mountain on picnic-bench-cum-cable-car, dodging rock walls as the bench veered left and right. “Back to the salt mines”, indeed!