A very long time ago, I was in one of Fenno's first Yale Glee Clubs. In some forgotten place we had a concert; the first half, the "heavy" half, was over, and we were in the second, the college songs. After one song, we members looked down surreptitiously at the programs we had secreted, and so did Fenno: but he mis-read, and thought a different song was due. We took our pitches from the pitchpipes, as did he; fortunately the same chord, only a half-step off. We took a breath at his direction, and came in, together, with precision, at his direction -- singing not what we all expected, but what he was directing. We looked at each other in amazement, and finished. And Fenno never knew until much later, when we told him.
Never before or since have I experienced such total rapport between one person and a group. It was a lesson, and an example, not to be duplicated.
He leaves us all far richer.
Tom Kepler, 1955
F F Heath Jr. 12-30-1926 to 12-05-2008
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