Geronimo1967
A fur-clad carpenter fells a grand tree amidst the pristine woods of Quebec and uses some of the wood to build a rocking chair. It soon becomes the property of his fiancée, then his wife, then a toy for their children that allows them to play choo choo and emulate the newly arrived railway as they grew up and the city of Montreal starts to grow up around them. Over time, the chair has its fair share of scrapes until eventually is is discarded and ends up, rather poetically, being an accidental exhibit in a modern art museum - when not being used by the commissionaire. I really enjoyed this. The score provides just about everything from lively jig to wintry strings; the characterisations have often something of the Dickensian to them as this...