As I wrote in Gotta Sing, I have loved to sing my whole life and did so in some fashion during my first 18 years of life. After marrying, going to work full-time, then having children, I no longer had opportunities, beyond the occasional lullaby or shower singing to exercise that love. I sang with a group from the Brandeis National Women’s Committee when my children were young, but that was short-lived, as our director passed away.
I own a beautiful piano and at least used to vocalize and sing for my own pleasure until my younger child howled in protest. I thought he was just giving me a difficult time until the diagnoses were slowly revealed, including Asperger’s Syndrome which included various forms of sensory integration issues. He, literally, couldn’t stand the timbre of my high-pitched voice, so I stopped singing in the house altogether. I missed singing.
In elementary school, David began taking piano lessons from a lovely woman in the neighborhood. She was kind and patient with her student charges and served them hot fudge Sundaes as a special treat, particularly after their June recitals. We became good friends, even inviting non-Jewish Nancy to our Passover seders. Here she is in 1999, though David no longer took lessons from her.
Nancy told me about a wonderful local chorus she sang with and she was sure I’d enjoy as well, but they rehearsed every Monday night. Dan traveled constantly and I couldn’t imaging finding a babysitter that consistently.
A year after Dan retired in 2002, I called Nancy for information. She invited me to come to the first rehearsal. They met at a local Catholic girl’s school, a few miles from my house and rehearsed every Monday night during the school year. She also told me there would be no auditions, which reassured me, since it had been YEARS since I had sung with any sort of organized group, or had to read a musical score. She gave me some background on the officers of the group (since the Newton Community Chorus is technically a non-profit) and the director, Rick Travers, who at the time, was the conductor of the top choirs at Newton North High School. He has since retired from the public school, but remains active performing (he is an accomplished jazz pianist) and conducting. Rick is patient but exacting with us and constantly teaching us.
I showed up that first Monday to learn we would be singing the Brahms German Requiem in German that semester, a difficult but gorgeous piece of music. And there WERE auditions! I was sort of freaked out. We spent that first rehearsal working on the fourth movement (in English: “How Lovely is They Dwelling Place”, which I had sung many times at camp years ago, but NEVER in German). Our audition would be a few measures from that movement. I was confident of the music but not the German. I received a call the next day from an officer welcoming me to the chorus. I was elated and have felt at home ever since.
We worked very hard on that particular work that semester. I easily made friends among my fellow sopranos. We didn’t have assigned seats, but tended to sit in the same spot every week, so chatted with the women on either side of me. Through the years, as the chorus has expanded and contracted, the two women on either side of me have remained constant and become dear to me, supports in times of sickness and joy.
We do all sorts of fundraising to support our chorus, as we pay for our director, rehearsal accompanist, professional soloists and full orchestra for our performances. We perform our piece once in the winter, then learn new music to perform in the spring. Our performance space is a local church.
The Brahms German Requiem went extremely well. I was buzzing with excitement for days after. I called my dear friend Patti the next day. I met Patti in Girl’s Choir in 10th grade. She and husband John (founders of MyRetrospect) had sung under the baton of Michael Tilson-Thomas with the San Francisco Orchestra for some serious concerts. (They have Grammy awards for Carmina Burana. I listened to their performance while practicing for my own performance many years ago.) She understood. I just wanted to talk about the experience, as she could relate. We talked for hours. It was like I had the proverbial “runner’s high”. I knew I was on to something important.
During my 16 years with the chorus, we have sung the Brahms German Requiem twice, the Mozart Requiem twice, both favorites of mine. We’ve done several sections of Handel’s Messiah, but long ago. Finally, last semester, we sang the Fauré Requiem, another long-time favorite. We’ve sung masses, requiems, oratorios (The Elijah, The Creation; glorious), more contemporary works; we are currently working on Stravinsky and Dovrak masses. Our group tends to be larger in the fall semester, as big as 90 voices (sometimes dependent on the music we are singing), then dip to perhaps 60 voices in the spring. Springtime seems to be a difficult time for lots of people, with weddings, graduations and the like, so fewer people can sing at that time of year. I will not be able to perform at this concert, due to a long-planned European trip, but am still going to rehearsals and learning the music, for the fun, camaraderie and to keep my brain alive.
A particular favorite work we sang, that is not among the well-known in the choral repretoire was Dona Nobis Pacem by Ralph Vaughn Williams.
Vaughn Williams, a British composer, was deeply affected by his service during WWI. As he saw the storm clouds gathering over Europe in 1936, he wrote this cantata as an anti-war warning. It combines a bit of the Latin mass with poems by Walt Whitman from the Civil War, a bit of a sermon from a British anti-war minister and passages from the Old Testament. I found it incredibly moving when we performed it in 2007. I listened to the recording recently and found it still had the same impact (we do record our concerts and get CDs months later). I am particularly moved by Movement IV, “Dirge For Two Veterans”, a Whitman poem about the burial of two soldiers, a dead father and son. The music sounds military with bugles blaring and the rat-a-tat of the drums, beating, louder and louder as the procession approaches to the new-made graves. “For the son is brought with the father…Two veterans, son and father, dropped together.” The music is percussive and stops on the words “dropped together” for added emphasis. The music dims as the procession marches on. The last words of the movement are; “My heart gives your love.” The chord does not resolve. It tore me apart to sing it.
February of 2007 had been a tough month in our household. I had rotator cuff surgery, with Jeffrey coughing and coughing. A day later he was diagnosed with pneumonia. Then I caught it. We both thought we were OK (though I had a long recovery from my surgery, as I developed a frozen shoulder and did months of PT), when suddenly, Jeffrey noticed a numbness in his left leg; within hours it crept up his trunk into his arm, then his face. I called his doctor who told us to take him to the ER STAT! I was still too sick to go, but Dan spent an excruciating 11 hours at Children’s Hospital while they ran test after test. They couldn’t find any explanation and finally sent him home and told us to wait. He lay in bed, frightened. I sat with him. He cried, “I got into Brown, early decision. Will I be able to go?” I tried to comfort him, attempting to hide my own anxiety. Eventually they thought he had some weird brain virus, triggered by the pneumonia, that resolved on its own.
With this going on at home, I went back to my chorus rehearsals. We sit in a horse-shoe formation, the sopranos facing the altos. Sometimes we make funny faces at one another to try to elicit smiles. But while rehearsing Movement IV, I found myself in tears. Judith, who comes all the way from Fall River, perhaps an hour’s drive, is a therapist. She noticed my distress and during our break (we take a 10 minute break for snack and chat about half way through our two hour rehearsal), came and put her hand on my back, “What’s going on?” I explained that I had a sick child at home. Judith is an older woman, I’m not sure how old, but certainly in her 70s. She told me that she had lost her only daughter many years ago. She could empathize. She comforted me.
Rick always says the most important word in the name of our group is COMMUNITY. It has been so for me.
In 2018, my birthday fell on a Monday. I let it be known that I wanted a cake as part of snack that evening and of course, the chorus sang to me. I was delighted, and my chorus buddy, who has sat next to me all these years made a delicious cake (she is a wonderful baker. She also has a son who lives on Martha’s Vineyard, so sometimes we get to visit in the summer).
We wear name tags so any new person can know who we are and can always feel welcome. And I recently snapped a photo of Nancy, who first brought the Newton Community Chorus to my attention all those years ago. As an alto, she sits across from me. She is still at it after all these years. She never fails to ask about her former student, my David.
A year ago, he came in for Thanksgiving. Since he came all the way from London, he came in early and worked from the Cambridge Google office earlier in the week. I asked if he’d come to chorus practice to surprise Nancy. I texted him the directions and he showed up in time for snack. She was THRILLED to see him again after so many years. He’s a grown-up man now, well into his 30s. He was an elementary school child when she first met him. It was a lovely reunion and I even got bragging rights to introduce him to Rick, who could see the sweet scene playing out in front of him.
I have definitely found a fulfilling tribe with my chorus.
Update: 36 hours before this story went live we received two emails, one from our chorus president, one from Rick, our director, informing us that, due to the coronavirus and State of Emergency declared by the Governor, all rehearsals and our May concert were postponed until further notice. While this is disappointing, it is the correct decision, as we sit close to one another in rehearsal and stand VERY close on the stage for performance (the tiny photo at the end of the story, lifted from the chorus website, newtoncommunitychorus.org). We don’t know what conditions will be like by May 9, the date of our concert, but if we can’t rehearse, we would not be ready to perform and we could not reasonably hope to have an audience, sitting next to each other, as they do in the historic church in Newton Centre where we perform. We can only hope that conditions will improve by the time next season begins after Labor Day. Stay safe, everyone!
Dan and I had already canceled our cruise though Spain, Portugal, France, ending in London to visit David, who is working from home for the foreseeable future anyway and expects to be in lockdown soon. This was scheduled to conflict with the concert, so I WAS now planning to perform with the chorus, as I informed Rick this past Monday. Everything is changing rapidly. But I can still write.
Retired from software sales long ago, two grown children. Theater major in college. Singer still, arts lover, involved in art museums locally (Greater Boston area). Originally from Detroit area.