Are we who we are because of our past, or in spite of it?
In my last post, I said I would tell the rest of the story.
After moving away from Orlando/Winter Park in 1965, I lost touch with the Rexes. It wasn't until a rather serendipitous moment that I found them again.
It was the summer of 1983 and I was quite pregnant with my first child. I happened to be watching PBS one particularly hot afternoon, as I sat sprawled out on my living room couch. It was a broadcast of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Suddenly, a very tall, handsome young man walked across the stage holding his violin. I thought, "Hmmm. Symphony musicians are getting a lot younger and better looking all the time!" When the orchestra began to play and the camera panned over to the young man, I screamed, "It's Charles Rex!" I hadn't recognized him until he picked up the violin. You don't sit across from someone in an orchestra for years and not know how they look when they play. It is imprinted on your mind. Those of you who have been in orchestras and bands know exactly what I'm talking about.
I immediately put in a call to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra and asked if they had anyone in the first violins named Charles Rex. I was told that he was the Associate Concertmaster. I left my name and number and asked to have him call me back .
Later that day, I got a call. Sure enough, it was Charles! We talked for quite awhile. Later I learned that Charles also got a call from the soap opera, "Days of Our Lives" from the same performance. They wanted him to be a strolling violinist on their show. Thus, our friendship was rekindled. (FYI, Charles did the strolling violinist gig!)
My next post I'll tell you how the documentary came to be.