Carol and I were at Smith together and we would come to New Haven on weekends and Carol would stay at my house. My grandmother lived with us and when Fenno would come to pick Carol up, Grandma would greet him warmly with, "Good morning, Mr. O'Heath." We never corrected her. With deep love,
Bobbsie Hyman Granger
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Bobbsie, I never heard that before!
ReplyDeleteHow absolutely sweet, Mr. O'Heath.
Oh my gosh that's great.
Makes sense. Mom has often referred to Dad as simply "Fenn"
much love to you - Sarah
Dear Fenno,
ReplyDeleteYou 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
I also recall chuckling with Georgia Whitney about the occasional letters to "Mr. Fenno Health" that would come over her transom.
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