Around nine p. m., the air was still warmed by sunlight as we stepped out of the buses at the Haga park in eastern Stockholm. Walk silently, was the stipulated rule, which turned some of us into solemn listeners and some into giggling children. This edited document contains a collection of rememberances by various individuals of their first encounters with listening to the soundscape. Reflections about the sound of wind growing up in the Columbia River Gorge in the American Northwest. The following excerpts of senior writer remembrances of soundscapes from the early part of our century reflect a time much different from ours.
Morning sounds of Korea.
Canadian ears experience the Korean soundscape. Two observations about the soundscape in Thailand. Reflections about a recent journey - Noise and Peace and Buddhist inner soundscape Clemens von Reusner. One Less Voice in the Night. A recent loss stimulates memories of listening to the radio as a child.