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4. Jonathan Smith 5. Max Smith
6. Bonnie Avery 7. Pepper Elliot 8. Bob Myers
9. Terry Florence 10. Robert Powell 11. Joe Kraig
12. Thomas Powell 13. Lyman Brackett
Basses
1. Alex Redden
2. Lynn Thompson 3. Steve Plank
4. John Hale
5. Lynn Cline
6. George Rudwell 7. Joe Scheirich
8. Paul Murray
9. Michael Patterson 10. Larry Reining
11. Mike Wilson
12. Mark Walker
13. Doug Murray
14. Jeff Webb
15. John Motts
16. Herbert Thornton
All this took place at 11;00 on February 8, and the church was literally packed. Cantata 106, the Bach funeral cantata, was about the only thing Melvin said he would like to have, so we made sure he got his wish. There was a big reception afterwards run by Laina Brown and assisted by Jeannie Briscoe, Linda Klein, Susan Baker, and Lou Henson. The church was full, which is eve more remarkable because there was snow and ice and the ground was frozen. That meant that we could not put Melvin’s ashes in the burial ground as planned, and as instructed in the bulletin to have everyone follow the recession to the Burial Ground. (Per Melvin’s wishes as usual, everybody remained seated for Tim’s playing the Bach Toccata and fugue in d minor.) That burial would have to wait until March 5 when the ground finally thawed enough for the hole to be dug. That had its humorous aspects, believe it or not, because I had arranged for Dick and Ben to finish the task as the priests to officiate. Erdman showed up in full regalia, pointed hat and all, so I gave him the shovel and asked him to dig the hole!! He posed for me with the shovel.
And so life goes on. Jim Barnes was very sensitive to what it means to suddenly be alone in a house, and how keeping busy helped to counter that. One day, he announced to me that he had placed my on the Lay Eucharistic Minister list and my first day at chalicing would be February 26! I’d never paid much attention to what went on on the other side of the rail as I was always busy doing music at that point, so it was a learning process for me. I loved doing it though, in spite of Sandy McLean, who thought no woman should ever be behind the rail, and Erdman’s painfully devout showmanship bordering on the theatrical. David Brown at