TOGETHER

 

 

 

Cliff and I sang hundreds of love songs together.

 

They were all written for us.

 

 

We strolled the lane, together,

In every kind of weather;

You're far from me,

But in my reverie,

We always will be

Together.

 

 

CLIFF CARTER & THE SHEBA - ANNIVERSARY BLUE

 

 

 

 

I am the Words,

You are the Music,

We are The Song !

Always, 

 

Can you say, "Happy Anniversary !" when your sweetheart is gone ?

 

Cliff and I were married on

January 22, 1983

At 2:00 P.M.

In Room 222

At The Montreal Court House

 

We were together for almost 20 years.

 

Cliff died on March, 25, 1992,

Just a few days short of his 90th Birthday.

 

Two are a team,

Our team was The Song,

Two minus One always feels wrong.

 

 

 

CAN'T HELP LOVING THAT MAN OF MINE

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT IS SACRED GROUND? THE RAPHAEL AND THE ASTOR LOUNGE

 

 

Everyone knows about sacred ground where major events have occurred. But I have a sacred place that is sacred only to me now. It is the place where I first kissed my husband, Cliff Carter. It happened decades after I first met him.

No one passing that location would imagine that it is a sacred place. It is the site of a broken down, graffiti covered old motel and cocktail lounge on St. Jacques West in the area of NDG in Montreal. The old Raphael. It was always a seedy place, a haunt for Runyonesque characters. There was always an air of almost-danger in being there.

 

But Cliff Carter played the piano in the lounge there in the early 1970's, and wherever Cliff Carter was, there was elegance, grace and class. It was there in the lounge of the Raphael that I rediscovered Cliff and fell madly in love.

 

I would sit at the piano and sing with Cliff night after night. Suddenly Cliff's "contract" was cut short. That is - he was fired. Why ? I found out. The Roman Catholic Italian wife of the shady owner of the Raphael was put out by seeing a white woman with a coloured man in her lounge. She was not offended by the regular business of gangsters, gunmen and prostitutes who frequented her motel rooms, but our love, though polite and discreet, offended her.

 

 See Cliff Carter, A Quiet Man  http://cliffcartermrnostalgia.blogspot.com/2010/08/cliff-carter-quiet-man_01.html 

 

Very soon Cliff found his next gig at The Astor Lounge facing the big T. Eaton Store on St. Catherine Street. We enjoyed a long and fruitful run there and I began bringing Cliff to the attention of the media. And every Friday, I would have Hill Florist on Westminster in Montreal West deliver a boutonniere of pink or yellow sweetheart roses for Cliff. It was always waiting for him at Alex's bar by the time he came to work. And the people there adored Cliff.

A little while ago, someone set fire to the Raphael and there was some damage. Yet still it stands. It will be a blessing for the community when it is torn down and cleared away.

But no matter what happens to those ruins, or what cold edifice is erected in its place, the ground at the old Raphael will always be sacred to me. Whenever I pass, I stop for at least a moment and let the memories envelope me. And, for at least a moment, I can feel again what I felt back then.

Cliff has been gone for nineteen years now, so I am the only one who knows how magical that bit of ground is. I am the only one who can feel our love and our music.

 

I have published our story on this blog to honour my beloved husband and to offer hope to those stubborn dreamers who still search for love.

 

 

THE RAPHAEL

 

 

 

 

HOW BEAUTIFUL WAS CLIFF CARTER'S MUSIC ?

 

 

 

 

One night in the 1970's, Alex Kotsos, the bartender at The Astor on St. Catherine Street in Montreal, handed Cliff a message an anonymous patron had written on a small cocktail napkin.

 

Silent and apparently depressed, the man had been drinking at the bar and listening to Cliff sing.

 

He handed the cocktail napkin to Alex and asked him to give it to the piano player, and he left.

 

I still have that cocktail napkin.

 

The man wrote  -

 

" Maybe without knowing,

 

You saved a life."

 

 

THE AUTUMN LEAVES DRIFT BY MY WINDOW

 

 

The autumn leaves

Of red and gold ...

 

 

 

I miss you most of all,

 

My Darling,

 

When autumn leaves start to fall ...

 

 

And at Christmas,

 

And Springtime,

 

 

And

 

Night

 

And

 

Day.