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My Friend Bill
That was the beginning of a friendship that would last for almost 20 years. Over those years we had standing Friday lunch "dates" at the rooftop cafeteria at the Department of Labor where I worked. He sang at our wedding and the weddings of other friends (see photo at right). Bill helped my husband Rupert and me to refinish an old upright piano; weather permitting, he and Rupert frequently played tennis together on Sunday afternoons and then Bill stayed for dinner. We attended opera together—I saw my first complete Ring Cycle with Bill when the Berlin Opera brought their production to the Kennedy Center for a Wagner marathon.
To an outsider, our friendship ended in March 1999 when Bill succumbed to cancer, but our friendship is still ongoing. Every Monday for the past 9 years, I have had the pleasure of rehearsing with many of our mutual friends and continuing our interest in choral music with Voices 21. The founding of Voices 21 was made possible because of an initial bequest from Bill, so for me, he is still very involved in my life. That is the reason I wanted to dedicate this season's March concert, the Fauré Requiem, to Bill. It was a piece he lobbied, without success, to get the Maryland Chorus to perform – so I am pleased that Voices 21 is performing the Requiem in his honor.
Memories of Bill from the members of Voices 21
Bill's thoughtfulness: We landed in Munich at the start of a 4-week European vacation/tour and one of the wheels of my luggage broke. Bill scoured the shops surrounding our pensioner and surprised me with a wheeled luggage carrier. Also, when I was unable to afford the trip to Switzerland to sing at Antal Dorati's [conductor of the National Symphony and Royal Philharmonic orchestras] memorial service, Bill brought me back a souvenir: a small, carved wooden Swiss-brown cow. Bill remembered how enamored I was of the Swiss-Browns. I called her "Trudy." —Diane O. Sawtelle, member Voices 21 Bill's joy: Bill's genuine pleasure when told how handsome he looked in the sweater he tried on in a St. Moritz giftshop. He bought the sweater and wore it often. Also, his unabashed glee riding down the ski lift outside Vaduz, flying through the air surrounded by beautiful mountain vistas.—Diane O. Sawtelle, member Voices 21
Bill was always pleased [to have long conversations] when he discovered that anyone knew about airplanes and/or automobiles . . . otherwise he seemed an introspective chap.—Harold Seifried, member Voices 21 Words of wisdom from Bill Martin: When traveling, always use the toilet (loo, WC, whatever)—whether you need to or not—before you leave the hotel.—Pete Chadwick, member Voices 21
In 1984, after being away from the University of Maryland Chorus for a couple of years, I returned on the eve of the trip to Puerto Rico to perform in the Casals Festival. During rehearsals for the concerts Bill and I renewed our friendship and when it came time to choose roommates for the trip, Bill and I decided to room together. While pleased to have a friend as a roommate for the tour, I was worried about my snoring bothering Bill. In typical fashion, when I told Bill of my concerns he said, "Well I can't hear, so we're a perfect match."—Ed Stawick, member Voices 21 BIOGRAPHY William Lee Martin was born at home in Crafton, Pennsylvania, a suburb of Pittsburgh. Bill grew up in Pittsburgh but also spent many summers in West Virginia – his paternal grandparents, the Martins, had a farm in Metz, and his maternal grandparents, the Blenkos, had a hand-blown glass manufacturing company in Milton. He remained in Pittsburgh to attend one of the "local" colleges—Carnegie Tech, now known as Carnegie-Mellon University, where he earned a bachelor of science degree in electrical engineering.
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