Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Eras of Service



To say 2018 has not been a good year for me is an understatement, but one on which I do not need to dwell.  Instead, it is best to find some good. A recent Commercial Appeal article on my friend Julie Allen, stills volunteering at 93, is exactly that. President Bush’s funeral was a testament to the good in civic and personal service that can me done long after leaving office. Former Mayor Bill Morris’ maxim that service does not end when a job does is one that he has lived out and one that all of us need to embrace. My time of leadership may be past, but I still find ways to serve and hopefully to lend a hand to younger people in their endeavors. It is important for me to find the balance in giving too much advice and being available when needed; sometimes I miss the mark on finding that balance and I apologize to my patient young friends who put up with me! Memphis is on the brink of great things and at the same time suffers from some debilitating problems…an observation that you can cut, paste, and repeat since 1819. To look at all that needs to be changed is daunting, to look at the bits & pieces that you and I can do to make our town better or a day better for one person, that is do-able and in fact, is vital.

Sunday, November 18, 2018


On Albert Herring at U of M

On November 16 & 18  the opera department of the Rudi E. Scheidt School of Music at the University of Memphis mounted a production of Benjamin Britten’s Albert Herring.  The work is billed as a comic opera.  Please get any notions of P.D. Wodehouse or Gilbert & Sullivan out of your head straightaway. The opera might be comic if compared to Britten’s Billy Budd since there is no hanging in it.  Dark nature of the libretto aside, the real focus of the piece must be the music.

This production boasted an orchestra of 12 players including strings, woodwinds, a piano, a harp, and a single French horn.  If these few, these brave few did not feel as though they had won the battle of Agincourt at the end of three hours, it would only be because they were too exhausted to feel anything at all.  The score is simply the most difficult I have ever heard performed, and  kudos to the ensemble who did a masterful job. Under the direction of new musical director Hyery Hwang, the players were kept busy page after page with some melodies and a great many trills and run, now in dissonance, now in consonance, now behind a The dynamics were mainly appropriate and only occasionally did the orchestral volume overpower the singers.  Hwang’s focused conducting held beautifully together sections which could very easily have gone off track.
singer who may or may not have the same rhythm or melodic line, now apart.

The opera, set in 1900 in East Suffolk,  is in English and while the singing what clear, the supertitles were helpful.  The voices were strong and good. Maria Fasciano as Lady Billows had the necessary voice and presence  to dominate the stage. Showing a particularly excellent coloration of tone was  Alexandra Colaizzi as Nancy.  Notable also were the supposed stumbles of the town’s children organized a rudimentary, village choral group; all of the supporting roles were very well acted as well as sung.   

No where was the singing more integral to the plot than in act two, scene two when we finally see the protagonist Albert as played by Vernon DiCarlo sing more than one or two lines as he had been so confined in the first act. In this scene, his character comes to his own in both life choices and in voice. And a fine voice Di Carlo displayed.

Throughout the opera, the cast did an admirable, even extraordinary job, in bring vocal precision and strength to phrases which had no corresponding orchestral support other than possibly chords and sometime even dissonant chords at that.  This is no Verdi or Puccini work with a swelling orchestra setting up the singer for a bring-it-to-the-balcony aria. You will not leave the theater humming any familiar tune because there isn’t any. Debuting in 1947 Britten’s work is a platform for the performers to reach deep and find the notes; our cast as University of Memphis did so with confidence and beauty.

Albert Herring will probably not be a work that you will want to see again and again. It is absolutely one by which you can see the naked talent (or lack thereof) of both musicians and singers. It is a litmus test and when passed, a thing of wonder and admiration.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The Other Statues

I was asked to recount how I became involved with Zion Cemetery for a history being compiled by the cemetery board. Zion Christian Cemetery was founded in 1876 on what is now South Parkway as a burial site for African-Americans. The 17-acre parcel of land was purchased by a group calling themselves the Sons of Zion, and between the founding date and the mid-1960s somewhere between 22,000 and 30,000 African-Americans were buried there. It was abandoned in the 60s when heirs to the original Sons died off. The cemetery quickly went back to nature, swallowed in vines, tall grasses, large thorn bushes,  and scrub brush; even small tree grew covering some graves. Vandalism and crime prevailed. In the 1980s a descendant of a Son deeded the cemetery to the CME denomination which is headquartered in Memphis. Some studies were made, a fence was built, but restoration efforts stalled. My chapter begins in the late 1990s and runs for about a decade. I still support the cemetery but no longer lead volunteer clean us as the site is now -- I am happy to say - almost entirely uncovered.  Here is the story I submitted to the board:

A Renewed Effort for Zion
by Ken Hall

In 1997 or 1988 Ken Moody, then head of the Mayor’s Citizens Service Center, called Hands on
Memphis ask for volunteers to help clean up Zion Christian Cemetery. His office had been contacted by neighbors of the cemetery complaining about the trash and extreme overgrown nature of the site. We visited it together and found debris of all kinds among the acres of tall – in some cases four to six feet tall – weeds.  By virtue of blocking the view from the street, the weeds, massive thorn bushes, scrub brush, and sampling trees served as a convenient screen for criminal activities; neighbors told of “chop shop” operations to strip stolen cars, drug deals, sexual assaults, and more. Clearing the cemetery was deemed a matter of safety. Vandalism, too, was rampant as headstones had been taken or broken. Over the years as volunteers pushed back the brush line yard by yard, a strange array of items was discovered – car parts, shingles,  a pay telephone,  bicycle parts, parts of appliances, as well as a seemingly unending supply of cans and bottles.

Hands on Memphis was a nonprofit founded in 1993 to serve as a connecter for people wishing to volunteer wish charitable organizations in need of volunteers.  On average 20 to 30 projects were scheduled each month for a team of volunteers, usually 5 to10 people. Volunteers team would clean toys at LeBonheur, hold a reading session at Ronald McDonald House, build wheelchairs ramps with MIFA, and much more under the guidance of a representative from the agency.  Aside from the monthly projects, Hands on Memphis held an annual Servathon Day which engaged as many as 700-1,000 volunteer working at 40-60 sites.

I served as executive director of Hands on Memphis from 1997 to 2003, and had worked on a number of project with Ken Moody prior to receiving the call about Zion.  His call came shortly before the annual Servathon so that we were able to field a team of volunteers. We connected with Rev. Bill Smith  who met us on the site and gave an overview of the cemetery history. That first day was daunting as we were armed with a few rakes, hoes, and shovels. A good deal of progress was made around the area of the gates.

We again visited the project for the next year’s Servathon and were disappoint to see that no further efforts had followed up our work from the previous year; in fact, every inch that we had cleared was grown over as if no work had been done.  This was clear note in line with our normal model of engaging with a nonprofit organization for ongoing work. There was discussion about abandoning the annual effort as futile.  I decided to try to find away to create an ongoing monthly project and would take on the responsibility myself of serving as team leader. Having grown up on a farm, I was familiar with brush clearing and tools such as swing blades, ditch or Kaiser blades, axes, and machetes. Through Rev. Smith, I was able to learn about the role of the CME denomination and contact Rev. Tyrone Davis.  I served as leader of a monthly project at the cemetery well beyond my tenure at Hands on Memphis, probably a decade in total before entirely handing off the reins to younger, abler folks.  Rev. Davis and I were together at almost every monthly (plus the additional group project dates) for several years and became good friends.

During this time, the Hands on Memphis calendar listed a Zion clean up day one Saturday each
month; some Saturdays there would be 15 volunteers and some Saturdays only two or three. We worked year around cutting and dragging out brush in 30 degree weather and 100 degree weather.  Periodically, larger groups would contact me –  college students alternative spring  break or summer mission trip from other states,  local high school groups, church groups, etc. – so that some month there might be two or three clean up days bringing in anywhere from 20 to 150 volunteers. The bigger clean up days meant huge pile of brush bring dragged out of the cemetery and onto the curb; this meant coordination with the City of Memphis Solid Waste Department which sometimes went smoothly and sometimes not. Memphis City Beautiful was a helpful partner in later years as a go between.

Early Hands on Memphis in this endeavor began building an inventory of swing blades and machetes though clearly , unlike paint rollers and trays which we might use at a dozen agencies,  these tools were only useful at Zion.  I wrote a grant proposal specifically for Zion which obtained support from FedEx to pass through to create the beginning of a tool inventory. With this we purchased a massive self-propelled brush cutter which can cut a swatch three feet wide through the most impenetrable brush. Also we obtained heavy duty, metal bladed weedeaters as well as more hand tools. A second grant resulted in a 5’x 10’ trailer which became out mobile tool shed.  In 2004 the new executive director of Hands on Memphis moved the organizations offices to as smaller space with much less room for tool storage. For a couple of years the Zion tool trailer was stored in my back yard – making my appearance at the regular cemetery
clean up dates a command performance! – until it was eventually relocated to Rhodes College.  Dr. Milton Moreland who came to the project a couple of years after I did and eventually took over the monthly leadership role, was instrumental in finding the new home for the trailer. Milton, Tyrone, and I became a very effective trio in recruiting, organizing, and managing volunteer groups of all sizes.

 In 2006 Hands on Memphis ceased to exist as a separate entity, merging into Volunteer Mid-South.
That organization was more inclined to listing projects and promoting best practices than actually organizing projects .  I continued to work on the cemetery for a couple more years bringingvolunteers when they were available and meeting groups that inquired. Job changes and health issues sidelined me from regular participation in the field work though I would help out as called upon with anything from briefing traveling volunteers groups to writing press releases.

The cemetery board has done a remarkable job in the past few years
by bringing in some hired workers, and a a result the cemetery is in a remarkable state, far better than we could ever have done with periodic volunteers alone.

The role that Hands on Memphis played was to connect the cemetery project to a larger community during a time of transition and by continual activity create awareness in the eyes of the general public.  We were able to introduce hundreds of individual volunteers as well as corporate, congregational, and organizational volunteers to the cemetery. Between the planning done in the 1980s by Ron Walter, Ritchie Smith, and other to the nearly pristine state today, Hands on Memphis bridged
a gap.

I would be remiss if I did not mention some of these –
  • ·         Idlewild Presbyterian Church who housed volunteers from Kent State for bi-annual work weeks in the cemetery.
  • Dr. Christine McVay of Kent State who brought students down for a week of hard work, twice a year for several years.
  • ·         Fellowship Bible Church which adopted an acre for a year.
  • ·         John Carroll, first with Fellowship and then with Choose901, who brought dozens of college groups from all over the US to Zion.
  • ·         Rhodes College which has helped with everything from student volunteers to a web site to hosting the annual dinner.
  • ·         George Davis, a committed young man from the neighborhood who was a faithful volunteer until his untimely death.
  • ·         Gus Mealor who brought his fellow medical school out of a regular basis until he residency transfer took him out of Memphis.
  • ·         Memphis City Beautiful, FedEx, BellSouth (now AT&T), Carnival Memphis, MUS, BridgeBuilders,  and many , many more.



The most important lesson of Zion to me is how a problem, in this case blight, can bring diverse people together in common cause.