Lillian Bakic; Don Ingram

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I should note that two people I’ve known for a while—one for a few decades and the other almost all my life—have passed away in the past month.

Lillian Bakic, 96, who died on January 14, was the mother of Carol, one of my best and oldest (in tenure) friends from back in Binghamton, NY.  From Mrs. Bakic’s obituary:  “She was welcoming and inclusive to all of her children’s friends, often hosting parties and social activities. Several have shared that she was their favorite mom of all their friends’ moms.” I number myself in that category, and I’m sure I  told her that more than once. 

Occasionally, in the summer, Carol’s classmates all got to go to the Bakic cottage at a lake in northern Pennsylvania.

I knew she worked at the Broome County Board of Elections and she took pride in her work. She eventually became the Deputy Commissioner of Elections. We would, on occasion, talk about politics, not the partisan stuff, but rather the importance of the electoral process, which almost certainly informed my sense of the way things should work. 

A few times, starting when I was 19, she said I could call her Lillian. No, thank you, Mrs. Bakic. 

“Funeral Mass will be held on Thursday, January 23 at 10am at St. Cyril’s Church, 148 Clinton St, Binghamton, NY. The family will receive friends at St. Cyril’s Thursday at 9:00am. 

A Celebration of Life will be held in her honor at a later date in the Spring.” 

Organist

Donald Ingram, 92, died on December 29, 2024. Per his obituary, Don “was the organist and choirmaster for nearly 20 churches over his career.” Two of them, in temporary capacities, were the last two churches at which I sang in the choir, Trinity United Methodist and First Presbyterian, both in Albany.  He was very good at what he did. Yet he was affable and occasionally very funny.

Every year that his birthday was divisible by five, he’d gather a bunch of singers he knew and play the Christmas section of the Messiah by Handel. His longtime partner Gene would sing some of the solos. I participated in this wonderful event at least thrice. 

  “Funeral and committal services will be held in the spring,” likely in the Albany area where he has lived for the past half century. “Dates will be announced at a later time. Interment will be in the columbarium at St. Paul’s Cathedral in Buffalo.”

Treadmill of my own design

 

I mentioned recently that I performed in a concert on Sunday, November 18, singing with my church choir a bunch of songs about St. Cecilia. Then a concert on Sunday, November 25, with people who had sung with organist Don Ingram in the past, singing the Christmas section of Handel’s Messiah in honor of Don’s 80th birthday, a benefit for his church’s organ fund.

So the logical thing to do on Sunday, December 2 would have been to do nothing. Instead, I ATTENDED TWO concerts. The first was actually An Advent Processional with Lessons and Carols at the Cathedral of All Saints in Albany, from 2:30-4:05 with The Wife; we saw a number of people I knew.

Then we rush back, and while my wife is taking the child sitter home, I call the College of St. Rose’s box office to see if there are more tickets for the 5 p.m. performance of “It’s a Jazzy Christmas” at the Massry Center, but all I got was a recording. So we hightail it to CSR, and not only are there more tickets to go with the two comps, we can get one that’s right next to ours.

The show featured a great jazz trio in the tradition of Vince Guaraldi’s groups, playing some Charlie Brown Christmas tunes and other holiday favorites. It was regularly interrupted by this story about a character, shown on a video screen, trying to steal Christmas, which was all quite goofy. There were puzzles for kids to solve, but 1) not enough time/light for most to solve them and 2) no incentive for them to do so. Our sense was that it was enjoyable enough, but if we had spent $50, rather than just the $10 for the Daughter’s ticket, we would have enjoyed it far less. Still, the guest vocalist who sang “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” was excellent, and there were milk and Freihoffer’s chocolate chip cookies before the show.

Next milestone: the Daughter’s performance in the Nutcracker on Sunday, December 16. Yesterday was another practice, and tomorrow is the dress rehearsal.

Then some major holiday the week after that.

Oh, and I’ve been going to rehearsals for some church play in March, but more on that down the road.

The only time I get to go grocery shopping is late at night (no longer my strength) or early in the morning. I like going to the 24-hour store at 5 a.m., when the staff is stocking the shelves. They play music that one doesn’t hear during the day; the last time I left humming Lola by the Kinks.

Ramblin' with Roger
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