One of my passions while at Villanova was singing. I was a member of the Villanova Singers, a men's chorus that in those days had over 80 members, and The Spires, a smaller group that features guitars and bass. The Spires performed at all the Villanova Singers concerts, plus sang at a number of other events. One of my most memorable: singing for Hubert Humphrey, at the Bellevue Stratford Hotel in Philadelphia, when he was campaigning for president. One of the songs we performed (sung to the tune of the Coke commercial): "I'd like to tell the world to vote, for Hubert Humphrey, He'll get our country back on track, and work for you and me..."
The Spires are still going strong today; see the web site for information on the current incarnation.
The most noted Spires member was Jim Croce, who had a good career and tragic death. One of the members of Manhattan Transfer was also a Spire.
The Villanova Singers on tour... long bus trips. To avoid boredom, we would sing (typically, songs that were not fit for the general public). At a rest stop, this batch of singers bought wind-up mice, pushed some tables together, and had mouse races.
I was always fascinated by this carved stone at the corner of Lancaster Pike and Route 320, just off the Villanova campus. And I've alway loved this photo I took of my friend Dave and his girlfriend. The stone is from a long-lost Villanova mansion.
I've Photo Shopped out the gas station and realtor signs, just to up the romance factor a bit. The quote on the stone is the first verse of a poem by Robert Herrick. The full poem:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Saint Thomas of Villanova Chapel. The chapel was built in 1883 in the Victorian Gothic style. A major restoration was completed in 1993, to my dismay. The modernization killed a bit of the Victorian Gothic spirit, I think.
I have fond memories from this chapel and the "guitar mass" days-- fine friends, great musicians, awesome voices...
"Love is but a song we sing
And fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry.
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why.
C'mon people now
Smile on your brother
Ev'rybody get together
Try to love one another right now"
Lets see... I have a degree in English and Education...
Maybe I should teach English.
Me. Bad glasses. Beautiful friend.
If you've met her, you'll never forget her
And nobody knows like me.
Long beautiful hair.
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Give me it down to there,
shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
After the content of every college course is forgotten, what stands out are the personal connections with great friends and faculty.
This is another shot from our cross-country road trip.
When the Villanova Singers went on tour, the Singers had the chance to appreciate the finer things in life. Here, Sgrig hosts a wine tasting event in the hotel after a concert.
In this case, it was 1972, the Viet Nam War. I remember candlelight vigils, and marches down Lancaster Pike.