Fenno Follansbee Heath, Jr.: And When From Death I'm Free, I'll Sing On

A MEMORIAL SERVICE WAS HELD ON SAT. MARCH 28TH, 2009 AT BATTELL CHAPEL, Yale University, at 3:00pm. All were cordially invited. Over 800 in attendance! DVD available through the Yale Glee Club office.

Service details: Tom Murray, University Organist, started the prelude 20 minutes before the 3 p.m. service began. There were performances by The Yale Glee Club, The Yale Alumni Chorus, The Whiffenpoofs of 2009, The SLOT's, and The University Glee Club of New Haven. A magnificent, and humbling, tribute.

Contributions in memory of Fenno may be sent to the
North Congregational Church P.O. Box 307 New Hartford CT 06057.

Condolences may be sent directly to the family (Carol, Sarah, Lucy, Peggy, Terry) at pogilvy@comcast.net

Friday, December 5, 2008

And When From Death I'm Free, I'll Sing On

: Dear Fenno,

You made me glad during my four years at Yale. With you, I got to sing magnificent music, winsome melodies, rousing cheers and teasing ditties. You led us with wit, passion, exasperation, faith and a good humor that winked at us from under your fierce looks. We all loved you for caring so much, not only about the music, but also about each member of your glee club. And we continue to love you, appreciating how you have remembered us long past our undergraduate days. Thank you for investing your life in people and in making music with them. Your have built something in our hearts that lasts, and sings on.

And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on,
I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on.
And when from death I’m free
I’ll sing and joyful be,
And through eternity I’ll sing on,
I’ll sing on,
And through eternity I’ll sing on.

God bless you, Fenno.

Love,
Sarah Congdon Leech
(Morse, ’80)

SarahCongdon@aya.yale.edu

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Fenno-ism's (Please send more Fenno-ism's)

"Do you think you could possibly sing SOME of the notes that I wrote, and count???"
" Who wrote this, anyway? What were they thinking? " (About his own compositions)
“ Give them better than they deserve! ”
" Try not to sound like the Loomis Glee Club ! "
“ I have the most wonderful upbeat in the world. ”
“ You sound like the East Cupcake Jr. High Marching Band ! ”
" Strangest music I’ve ever heard. ”
“ That crescendo was almost loud. ”
“ I didn’t come here to insult you. ”
“ You’re all naked there. Let’s add the altos, just for fun. ”
“ Legato, luscious…I never said that before in my life. ”
“ Don’t be a bass, be a singer ! ”
" Choke, sneeze and have general disarray. "
" Make it crunch. ”
“ G-ddamn sewing circle and bridge club ! ”
" Don't go flat! "
"Make them wonder, 'how do they do it?'"
" This is what the composer really meant to do "
" Break your face "
" God meant it to be a mixed chorus. "
"Don't sing like tenors....Sing like MEN!"
" Well that's an interesting interpretation. "
" Someone's singing the wrong note -- you should stop doing that. "
" No, no, no, sing it right, that's not too much to ask is it?"
"You're about as nimble as hippopotamuses in the mud."
"I love you. Shut up."
" That was rancid ! "
"Basses, pretend you're more important than you ought to be."
"There's too much talking in this world and not enough singing.", Marshall Bartholomew always said."
"Basses sometimes have to sing notes like that. And die in the process. But who cares?" (addressing a high passage for the basses)
"Look at me. Don't look down in your lap. There's nothing there worth looking at." (to the tenors)
"You sound like jelly on waxed paper."
"We sound like oxen pulling weights. HEAVY weights."
"Soloists, sing your heads off."