Threshold Singers at Indian Hill Music is an unusual choral group based out of Littleton; since its inception twelve years ago, they have sang at the bedside of hundreds of dying people. The group was inspired to form by the experience of Kate Munger’s experience when she cared for a friend dying of aids in 1990. there are currently over 200 chapters of Threshold singers. Singers participate as a way of giving back – to sing well and provide comfort to families. for the complete article, follow our link to the Boston GLOBE.
Songs for the dying: Bedside choir comforts those nearing the end
By Thomas Farragher | Boston GLOBE
CONCORD — As the man lies in his bed, the weather outside is grim and gray. A Bible sits on a nearby dresser. His breathing is shallow.
Family photos stare down at him from the wall above and his children hold a dignified and somber vigil, brushing back tears and softly caressing their beloved father’s head.
In the wan morning light, the mood is soft and solemn. And then a small choir — two women and one man at the foot of his bed — begins to sweetly sing.
“So many angels all around me. So many angels, it’s you I see.’’
And then this: “The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be. As long as life endures.’’
Later, as the final strains of “Amazing Grace” gently fade into a profound and holy silence, choir members accept whisper words of thanks, collect their plastic stools, and leave the family to their final goodbyes.
It is the latest, cherished offering from the Threshold Singers at Indian Hill Music, an unusual choral group based in Littleton, which since its inception 12 years ago has performed at the bedside of the dying hundreds of times now.
Even after all that time, there is nothing rote about it.
“It’s sweet and it’s strong and it’s gentle and it’s not rushed,’’ Steve Lieman told me the other night before the group’s rehearsal in Littleton. “You feel transported. If you close your eyes, you’re transported into a spiritual space with your loved ones. I felt like I was being blessed. That I was being held.
“The music literally puts its arms around you.’’
Lieman has experienced the power of this music from both sides of the bed. Shortly after its inception, he was one of its singers. And later, as his mother and then — just a year ago — his wife lay dying, he absorbed the compassion that accompanies the music.
Founded by a woman named Kate Munger, who was inspired by her experience in 1990 when she cared for a friend in California who lay dying of AIDS, Threshold Choir Singers blossomed across the country and then the world.
There are more than 200 chapters now and Susan Randazzo of Groton, one of the founders of the Indian Hill-based group, who has filled every role from executive director to orchestra member, said a magazine article about Munger sparked a conversation that gave birth to bedside music here 12 years ago.
“I said, ‘We absolutely need to do this,’ ’’ recalled Randazzo, now the group’s senior adviser. “One, because the experience is transformative to everybody in the room. And, number two, it’s a perfect way for us to give back. For families who receive this service no money changes hands.’’
No, the currency here is in the melody, in the lyrics, in the sweet voices that are sharpened twice a month inside Indian Hill Music’s headquarters where on a recent cold night 24 choir members assembled on red upholstered chairs on the blond-wood stage of a recital hall and blended their voices in a symphony of peace and love.
“You absolutely have to be in the moment and there’s a lot going on when you’re in the room,’’ Charlotte Russell, the choir’s director, told me as the choir began to assemble for its rehearsal.
“You’re trying to sing well and provide comfort. But you’re also reading the room. For example, I start to come to the end of the song as the song leader and someone starts crying — a family member starts crying. I don’t want to end the song and leave them exposed that way. So we have these small signals. Sometimes the person in the bed is making eye contact. Sometimes they’re unconscious. We’re not even sure they can hear us, but we always assume that they do.’’ Read More