Hussain Raza
Most inspirational conductor. Will be missed by many.
Most inspirational conductor. Will be missed by many.
Christopher entered our lives last year when he came to Norfolk to conduct the Yorke Trust’s summer opera, The Tempest. On our journey from the station when he told me the choristers would be singing the opera choruses from memory, it didn’t seem achievable. I soon discovered that through Chris’ absolute belief in peoples’ abilities,…
I became friends with Zeke at Dartmouth where we were classmates. I don’t recall how we met, but we spent the most time together over sophomore summer. There were swimming adventures, ice cream, long evenings on the porch, and “Prom” at the Moosilauke Ravine Lodge (where this photo was taken). Zeke’s eyes were always filled…
Dear Christopher Quentin, we met first in Berlin, with your parents, than at the wonderful Thanksgiving 2011, you organised in the house of Samuel’s italian family. With your generous eyes and hands and your sunperson’s heart, thinking of you will be thanksgiving forever. Yours Emanuela and Gigi, Milano We shall not cease from exploration…
Christopher, you are in my thoughts constantly and in my prayers constantly. I am asking Mother Mary to be with you and take care of you, firm in the belief that she is doing just that. I am also keeping your mother and father and sister and brother in my thoughts and in my prayers….
Dear Zeke, You played such an integral role in my Dartmouth experience. Thank you for our long talks and sharing a passion for music, for the thoughtful discussions during our London Music FSP and the spontaneity and adventure of the trip to Italy and especially beautiful Corsica. After college, you made me so proud as you…
Passing along this memory on behalf of Bill Summers’s, Zeke’s Senior Fellowship advisor at Dartmouth: A great shadow has darkened the sky. The birds have begun their silent mourning. They sense the powerful moment of someone’s passing. Nature knows another spirit has retired from the earth, and we who remain behind veil our faces as…