Oh yes, CAWTHORNE is an Anglo-Saxon name. Means "cold thorns." Swell.
Even though living in Pennsylvania soon cost me my adorable southern drawl, I still consider myself an ethnic Southerner. In 1964, the Seminary was forced to sell our on-campus home for cash. I had two sisters by now; the five of us moved to a suburban tract called The Timbers just outside Wilmington, Delaware. We also accompanied my father on his sabbatical at the University of Chicago in 1966-67. While we were there: the McCormack Center burned up, a tornado struck the south side, the city was paralyzed for three days by a blizzard. Nice place to visit... Soon after we returned to Delaware I discovered Bach (played by Glen Gould on the radio), and Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven (played by on 50-cent grocery store LPs); my parents even indulged my desire to learn to play the piano. In late 1968, I flirted briefly with popular culture and general social acceptance by my peers. This resulted in my loner phase. Crozer finally went broke and in 1970 merged with the Colgate-Rochester/Bexley Hall Theological Seminary in Rochester, New York.
Although I was only 13 in 1970, I consider myself exclusively a child of the 60s. I have these vivid memories: 10-cent Cokes in 6- ounce bottles, Jonny Quest, gory color pictures of the My Lai massacre in LIFE magazine, Batman, the assassinations of Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King (the only time I ever saw my father cry), drive-in movies, little Vietnamese children with their skin melted like wax by American napalm, Neil Armstrong and Mr. Spock.
Rochester was a good place for me to be: medium-sized city securely financed by medium-tech industries like Kodak, Xerox, and Bausch & Lomb, good school of music, good orchestra. Lots of smart people live there. In 8th grade I sat next to Phil. Phil was taking calculus at the high school and teaching himself Arabic. When you sit next to Phil, no one ever gives YOU a hard time about skewing the curve on the last exam.
Throughout most of my high incarceration I was heavily into S & M (sciences & math). I figured biochemistry was the life for me. One problem: every time I picked up a college catalogue, the first thing I looked at was the music courses. Finally realized that music was where my intellectual curiosity really lay. I shocked my piano teacher with this revelation; she shipped me off to music camp to practice. Smart move. In fall 1975, I entered Oberlin College as a double degree candidate in math and piano performance. Linear algebra and multivariable calculus (at 8:00 AM) took care of the former, talent did in the latter. Music history became the life for me (or so I thought).