From the day in the Fall of 1973 that you asked me to sing "Aura Lee" for you at my audition…to the last time you led our singers at the Celebration in Woolsey Hall, you've been an important part of my life. But I am just one soprano, and not a very good one at that. There are so many people whose lives would have been different had they not met you. There is also your music, which is everywhere. When the Whiffenpoofs sing "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" in white tie and tails, it is present. When three guys driving up to New Haven practice "Autumn Song" to perform at reunions, it is present. When yet another audience hears "Little Lamb" for the first time, in all of its achingly beautiful simplicity, it is present. You will always be part of this world, even though – as your friend John Krumm wrote – "The road is calling as leaves are falling, it's back to home, my travels are all done. We'll sit by the fire and drink a toast to all of you. Farewell, I must be gone."
Jennifer L. Julier '77
Assistant Director, Association of Yale Alumni
(203) 432-0587 (fax)
F F Heath Jr. 12-30-1926 to 12-05-2008
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