Rest in Peace ~ Al MyersAl Myers passed away today after a tragic accident while he was working on the set for his next WCS Drama production of "Wizard of Oz" It was the traditional school vacation work on all the sets and rush to get ready for the dress rehearsal on Monday or Tuesday and opening night on Thursday. Apparently he was working alone late in the evening Thursday when he fell from a ladder. He wasn't found until the morning and despite being rushed to the hospital for head injury surgery, it wasn't to be. He died early Saturday morning.
My first experience seeing Swift House teacher Al Myers in action was back when he produced "Hello, Dolly!" My oldest son, Noah, ( a sixth grader then) was cast as Barnaby. "Holy Cabooses, Al!" Little did you know you were about to set in motion a lifelong love of theatre for him that led him to adapting a play and producing it in high school, and then going on to Middlebury College where he is learning the craft of stagecraft in his work study and playwriting as his major (along with Spanish).
Along the way, I started taking photos to help publicize the shows and to make some shots available to other parents. Since that first show, I have had the privilege of taking photos of just about all his shows over the last decade.
Among my favorites -
Camelot (an amazingly lit show),
Oklahoma,
Music Man (The opening train scene) ,
Once Upon This Island (driving around the island),
Suessical (everything). In each and every show, Al brought kids to the stage that might never have taken the leap without his ability to make it seem cool and the thing to do.
Taking the pictures of the musicals meant I also often saw it in the rough rehearsal stages. There were a couple Mondays before opening night shows that had me (and probably some other parents) wondering how it was all going to come together by opening night.
But it always did. Al always orchestrated the pieces together at just the right moment to have a spectacular opening night. And it usually got better from there.
He brought the same magic whether it was a bottle drive to raise money for Washington trips, or encouraging students on their 8th grade challenges and in their daily work. His parent teacher meetings were organized and he especially like to get on the schedule the next meeting.
The Swift House trips to Washington D.C. were planned with military precision, right down to the chaperone money at the breakfast stop and procedures to make sandwiches for the day at the youth hostel. Not even a sneaky attack by bed bugs ruffled his feathers - he just got on the phone, made new arrangements, rounded up the troops and moved everyone to a new and better place to stay. Hardly a monument was missed. He especially like to walk on the Mall at dusk and see the Washington Monument illuminated.
He liked Monty Python, Groucho Marx and bad jokes. He instilled a love of learning in countless Swift House kids over the years - working in an amazing team setting that earned Williston national recognition for cutting-edge educational innovation. Julie, Amy, Gary and Bernie, my heart goes out to you.
So I hardly know what to say today.
Al, I am grateful for your friendship and the times we spent together. I especially thank you for allowing me to discover something I now love to do - taking photos of musical theatre. Thanks for being a great role model, teacher and mentor to my sons.
My Dad sent me a poem that he found in my mother's cedar chest after she passed away last December. Today is good day to share I think:
Poem for the Living
By Theodora Kroeber
When I am dead,
Cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes,
But not too much.
It is not good for you
Or your wife or your husband
Or your children
To allow your thoughts to dwell
Too long on the dead.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moment which it is pleasant to recall.
But not for long.
Leave me in peace
As I shall leave you, too, in peace.
While you live,
Let your thoughts be with the living.