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Charles Chase

Hommage à Charles Chase,
grand-père de Ben Harper.

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A Remembrance
par Chris Darrow - 01 juin 2004

"I bought my first guitar in 1958 when I was 13 years old. The world was a different place then, and so was Claremont. Claremont was a dry city and one could always get a parking space. There was the open air Claremont Feed and Fuel, a vestige of the, soon to be bygone, citrus industry. Most of the property between Indian Hill and Padua, north of Foothill, was still, mostly groves. Runsvold’s Drugs and the Village Grill were part of the same establishment where The Grill is today. One could get a prescription filled at Runsvold’s and then step down a slight ramp into The Grill. There you could get a Coke and the best fries in town…all in one trip! We had a five and dime called Colors and the Village Theater. I still remember how weird I felt walking home after seeing High Noon at the Village. I wasn’t like any cowboy movie I had ever seen. I think I was about nine years old at the time.
Down on First Street there was this little, wood shingled store that opened just down from Bud’s Bike Shop, near the corner of First and Harvard. It was called the Claremont Folk Music Center. That was where my first guitar was purchased. It was a learner guitar and it cost $32.50. My dad gave it to me for Christmas and I think he paid five bucks a month until it was paid off. That was what was so great; you could take an instrument home and play it while you were paying it off. The Folk Music Center was a godsend to kid like me who wanted to play guitar and learn about folk music. Rock and Roll was in my soul but folk music and bluegrass were emerging on the scene and I wanted in.
The owners, Charles and Dorothy Chase, became mentors and friends to many like me who wanted a place to get information, records and above all, instruments to play. Dorothy’s father, who we called “Gramps”, manned the store, Mrs. Chase taught lessons and Mr. Chase was the repairman. At that time he had a dark, wondrous workshop in the basement of his early Craftsman home. They encouraged you to play the instruments hanging on the wall, and let you take them into an open-air area out in back of the store that had chairs and benches to sit on. I used to hang out there for hours, playing different guitars and also listening to all the great records that were continuously being spun on their turntable.
When I first wanted to learn how to play the mandolin, Sue Chase, their daughter, taught me my first mandolin piece. It was called Woody’s Rag, from the Weavers at Carnegie Hall album. I was in the store and she just pulled a mandolin off the wall and started showing me. I later bought that mandolin. That was the beginning of my multi-instrumental, musical career that goes on to this day.
That was nearly a half a century ago and things have sure changed around here. Claremont is now a bustling town that serves alcohol. Some days you can’t find a parking space to save your life, but the Folk Music Center is still there. It’s up on Yale now, in a larger store. “Gramps” is gone, and now Mr. Chase is gone, but certainly not forgotten. Thanks, Mr. Chase, for introducing me to a wonderful life of playing and recording music."

Dorothy et Charles
Dorothy et Charles Chase © Chris Darrow

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Charles Chase, 89
Poet and Instrument Expert Ran Folk Music Center in Claremont

par Mary Rourke, Times Staff Writer | www.latimes.com

Charles Chase, whose fascination with musical instruments from around the world led him to open the Folk Music Center, an institution in downtown Claremont for close to 50 years, has died. He was 89.
A poet as well as an expert on folk instruments, Chase died of a stroke May 21 at the Mountain View Alzheimer's Center in Claremont, according to his daughter, Ellen Chase.
His eclectic approach made for a center that included a music store, repair shop, performance stage and school as well as a museum that contained several hundred antique instruments, many of them donations from loyal customers.
Chase allowed customers to play all the instruments in the center: the antique Tibetan temple horns, American banjos, Polynesian conch shells and African tongue drums as well as new guitars, banjos and drums.
"My grandfather loved sharing the music," said Ben Harper, a popular singer-songwriter who worked at the center repairing instruments until his performance career took off. "Without my grandfather, I don't think I'd be doing what I do."
Chase led a weekly program for schoolchildren for more than 20 years, demonstrating how to play the instruments and pointing out on a globe what country they came.
Chase was a kindred spirit of folk singers such as Arlo Guthrie and Pete Seeger, who mixed social causes with music. Chase looked a bit like a folk singer himself with his full beard — a soft, gray mist that covered his collar in his later years.
Beyond that, he spent most of his adult life fighting for issues dear to his heart, particularly any that affected the environment or the rights of underdogs.
"Mr. Chase had his own individual philosophy about how things should be run," said Larry Jackson, a guitar teacher and instrument repairman at the center for 13 years. "[He] was a thorn in a lot of sides. But it was never about him. He stood up for other people. Racism was a pet peeve."
Raised on a farm in New Hampshire, Chase graduated from the University of New Hampshire at Durham and went to work as a schoolteacher. He started writing poems as a college student in 1948 — the first was about a lynching in Alabama that Chase had read about.
His subject matter had mellowed by the time he set up a "poet post" outside his Folk Music Center to display works by local authors. One of his more recent poems begins, "Walking on the way to work/I stopped to listen/ to the wind." He did walk there every day, arriving about 5 a.m. to write poetry before the shop opened.
Chase married his wife, Dorothy, in 1938 and they had four daughters before they moved to California in 1957. He taught at Baldwin Park High School and opened the folk music store with his wife in 1958. She gave instructions in guitar, dulcimer and banjo. He repaired instruments.
Six years after they opened the business, Chase quit teaching and made the music center his full-time job. Since then, three generations of family members have worked there.
Ben Harper recently bought the center so his grandparents could afford to retire. Ellen Harper and her son Joel now run the shop.
Part country boy, part idealist, Chase ran his business as if every customer were a pillar of virtue. Not only did he let customers play any instrument for as long as they wanted, he allowed them to take home costly guitars and banjos on the strength of a down payment and a promise of monthly installments to come.
Artists, musicians and international students from the nearby Claremont Colleges found their way to the shop.
"People used to line up to talk to my grandpa," Joel Harper told The Times. Many of them were poets.
But sometimes, Harper said, it wasn't easy to hear what his grandfather's visitors were saying.
"When the pressure is on, college kids come in here and bang on some drums for a while or play a guitar," Harper said of a typical day at the folk music center. "Then they'll get up and say, 'Gotta go; I've got a test to take.' "
Until recent years, Chase left the back door of the center unlocked to make it easier for friends to get to his office. That had to stop when he began dozing off while the back door was open. For the sake of the Tibetan singing bowls, Hawaiian ocean drums, South American panpipes and expensive new stringed instruments, Joel Harper began securing the door.
"I feel bad about it," Harper said, "but the world is a different place than it was in my grandfather's day."
Chase is survived by his wife and four children, along with 10 grandchildren and a great-grandchild.

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Ben Harper muses on the meaning of roots
/ Remembering local legend Charles Chase of Claremont

by Paul Andersen, Correspondent - may 18, 2005 | www.latimes.com

[...] Five years ago, Harper purchased the business from his grandparents, in part to ensure that it would remain in the family and that it would maintain its role within the community. It is something Harper feels deeply about.

"He was such a colossal figure, all-encompassing, and I can't walk in his footsteps, because his shoes are way too big to fill," Ben Harper said of his grandfather, who passed away last year at the age of 89. "With that big white mane and beard, he was everyone's grandfather. We had a really close relationship, and though he probably had a lot of other suitors (for the store), I think he knew that we would keep it respectful to where it had come from and bring it on through to today and beyond. It is a huge legacy to be entrusted with, but I truly feel honored to do it." [...]

Charles Chase
This sculpture of Charles Chase can be viewed in the window of the shop as part of a memorial set up by friends and family. In the background is Chase's daughter Ellen, the store manager, and her son, poet Joel Harper — Photo © Diana Mulvihill / latimes.com

Charles Chase
Charles Chase
Charles Chase
Click on thumbnails to enlarge — left A tree stump carved by Charles Chase. "The mouthbow-strumming, limberjack-popping, tree-stump-carving, rusty-metal-welding, poetry-posting, city-hall-picketing, banjo-gluing, dulcimer-nailing, original Charles Chase was an honest and true gift to this Earth. Thank you for sharing him," wrote a friend to his family. Photo © Chase/Harper family — middle Charles Chase, a prolific self-published poet, stationed a small kiosk he called the "Poet Post" in front of the Folk Music Center where passersby could read or post poems 24 hours a day. Photo © Diana Mulvihill / latimes.com — right Known to many locals as "Grandfather Claremont", Charles Chase demonstrates an Appalachian rhythm-toy called a limberjack during one of his weekly children's classes at the Folk Music Center in Claremont. Photo © Chase/Harper family.



Sculptures par Charles Chase
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Sculptures by Charles Chase
Ben Harper posant près des sculptures conçues par Charles Chase et disposées à l'arrière du Folk Music Center — source : Hors-série Ben Harper, Les Inrockuptibles, 2004 © Lorenzo Agius



Poèmes écrits par Charles Chase
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Fifty years ago
when I was just thirteen
I stood alone
one dark cold evening
in the spring
beneath a maple tree
There was no sound
no sound at all
no wind
only the snow was falling
it was there I fell in love
with solitude
I scratch one place on my back
and my whole back wants scratching
I love one person on this earth
and the whole world wants loving



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