Whenever I think of you, thrilling Hendrie Hall memories come rushing back -- and of a sudden I am with you there again, experiencing the joy of expressing in song what it is to be alive, here, now, together, this moment. So many truthful things you shared with us!
When I left the YGC to conduct the Yale Women's Slavic Chorus, you welcomed me as a peer, and I did my best to pass on what you taught us about song, human striving for excellence, cooperation, and sound's ordered beauties. And joy. Oh the joy. You have enriched my life, and so many lives, in untold ways. Thank you for all of it.
Today as I open Carol's message, in my heart I am back in my Hendrie Hall seat again, with dear companions, sight reading the alto part to your Fern Hill and hearing those chords move through the air for the first magical time.
Thank you for your music, for the respect and love you have given us to pass on, in turn, to others, for your humor, for your sharp musical wit and lyrical brilliance.
You are a most beloved man and your song is in our hearts forever.
F F Heath Jr. 12-30-1926 to 12-05-2008
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~Carol, Sarah, Lucy, Peggy, and Terry Heath