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In Memory of Carl Scott Now safe in the arms of Jesus
April 7, 1935 - November 3, 2005
The following are some memories from folks who knew Carl and wanted to share their experiences with him:
Carl Scott was a member of the dulcimer
society when I became a member in 1997. I often sat next to Carl as we
jammed. Carl always had an encouraging word as I learned to play. I
will always remember that. I also remember playing music with him and
visiting with him at the play at Jesse Jones Park each November. He was
such a quiet, friendly person - always smiling. He liked the gospel
music that I liked. And, I really enjoyed listening to him play that
music on the autoharp. I will miss Carl and will definitely think of him
any time I play Columbus Stockade Blues.
Durelle Kincel
Carl Scott as you all are aware was a quite
man, but one who you listened to when he spoke. I valued his opinion and
used him as a sounding board on questions regarding the club. I knew he
had been here much longer than I. It was obvious to me that his faith
was genuine in his performance of gospel songs that he led. I will miss
him.
Ken Kincel
I was shocked and saddened by Carl's untimely death. We worked together on
the 1st Dulcimer Club recording, and we served together on the board a
long time ago. I loved to hear him play the harmonica, the Mt.dulcimer and
the autoharp, and appreciate all the lovely arrangements he wrote for the
autoharps. He will be missed. Peggy Carter
Recently I attended the "Banjo and Fiddle Club" in Roanoke with friends. The song "Fallen Leaves" was announced and my friends nudged me
thinking of me and my many falling leaves coming down in the yard. But
what I was thinking of as I sang along, was of our own beloved Carl Scott. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered Carl singing and playing
"Fallen Leaves" as others joined in with him. What a beautiful memory it was! With love, Sylvia Barringer
What I Could Learn from Carl Scott by Teresa Moore Carl Scott won’t be at the club meetings anymore. He won’t be at any of the plays. Carl won’t be at Glen Rose, or Huntsville, or any other dulcimer festival, except in spirit. Carl is too busy now, playing his dulcimer, and autoharp, and mandolin, and harmonica at the heavenly jam session that knows no end. He’ll be bouncing from cloud to cloud, changing strings, adjusting dampers, carving fret boards, all for the glory of his Lord. I also suspect that Carl will still be that “back door” person. You know, the one who always got the tunes started by coming in the back way. How many times, especially in the early 90’s, do you remember someone saying: “Now, how does that start?” Or, “I’m not sure where this picks up…”. Carl would come through for that person, and the rest of us, by playing the last or next-to-last measure to the tune, giving us all time to find our frets and steady our picks. No matter how much things changed at the club meeting, Carl still came, year after year. Sometimes, he hardly made his presence known, coming in the ‘back door’ and staying near the back of the jam. When he’d had enough, he’d slip out the same way he came in. You’d be busy jamming away, only to look around the room when it was Carl’s turn and notice that he’d gone. “Oh, shucks, I was going to tell him something…” often went through my mind at moments like that. Carl was not one to hide, though. He took an active, although not always vocal part in the discussions that went on at the club business meetings. He performed solo at every Christmas festival or campout I was at. Often, his choice of song or tune was one that wasn’t too familiar to the rest of the group. It was his way of being himself. Stay active, and be yourself. Those are the things Carl Scott, by his presence among us, taught. He sure left us with a challenge.
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