{"id":11228,"date":"2023-12-05T14:38:06","date_gmt":"2023-12-05T14:38:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/9thstreetjournal.org\/?p=11228"},"modified":"2023-12-08T17:52:53","modified_gmt":"2023-12-08T17:52:53","slug":"the-threshold-singers-the-beginning-of-something-great","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/9thstreetjournal.org\/2023\/12\/05\/the-threshold-singers-the-beginning-of-something-great\/","title":{"rendered":"The Threshold Singers: \u2018The beginning of something great\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"
Every Friday, the Threshold Singers of the Triangle visit Carol Woods Retirement Community in Chapel Hill to brighten residents\u2019 rooms with music. The volunteers, most retirement-aged, arrive before 9:30 a.m. wearing sensible footwear with lyrics to hundreds of songs in their phones. Traditionally, the visits began in a second-floor room: Anne Wright\u2019s.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Wright cherished their visits, keeping her door open so she could see them arrive. The singers knew that the American, who grew up in Lebanon, wanted to hear patriotic songs about the United States. On a recent Friday, she welcomed the five volunteers as she sat perched in an armchair facing the door, a blanket draped over her legs.<\/span><\/p>\n Randy Tobias, 64, led the group with his guitar. The retired statistician double-checked that Wright wanted a visit before beginning with \u201cOh, What a Beautiful Mornin.\u2019\u201d The music did magic for her spirits. After a few more songs, \u201cGod Bless America\u201d was the grand finale. Wright sang along, beaming.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n From the mountains to the prairies<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n To the oceans white with foam<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n God bless America, my home sweet home<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n God bless America, my home sweet home<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n Wright\u2019s lips formed a small \u201cO\u201d as she held the last note of the anthem. Her voice quavered over the final syllable. She had tears in her eyes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, that was perfect,\u201d she told them.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI like that you call yourselves \u2018Threshold,\u2019\u201d she said, \u201cbecause it\u2019s the beginning of something great.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/p>\n The local Threshold Singers chapter is one of about 200 in an international organization that honors people <\/span>at the threshold between life and death \u201cwith compassion shared through song.\u201d<\/span> The local chapter also regularly visits Croasdaile Village, a retirement community in Durham. In addition to visiting senior communities, the volunteers sing to hospice patients. On Wednesdays, they visit Duke HomeCare and Hospice. These patients are referred to as \u201ctravelers\u201d \u2013 people in the twilight of life, about to depart.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Much of the Threshold repertoire is dreamlike and gentle, an opportunity for soothing voices to serenade people in the moments leading to their final breath. But the group can sing virtually any song a resident requests, from show tunes such as\u00a0 \u201cDo-Re-Mi\u201d to country standards like \u201cYou Are My Sunshine.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The volunteers personalize their visits, selecting songs that celebrate past memories and experiences of the people they\u2019re singing to.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n One of the main differences between singing to \u201ctravelers\u201d in hospice and residents in senior communities is that residents often communicate song preferences. Many of them, like Wright, look forward to the Threshold Singers\u2019 regular visits. Some want patriotic anthems. Some want hymns. Another resident on the floor had a napkin on her lap with a list of requests. She wanted protest songs.<\/span><\/p>\n We are gentle, angry people<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n And we are singing, singing for our lives<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n We are black and white together<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n And we are singing, singing for our lives<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n We are justice-loving people<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n And we are singing, singing for our lives<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n She was a former nun who marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. in Chicago in the 1960s. Her room was decorated with a stuffed monkey wearing a mask and a pride flag sticking out of a vase. On the wall was a framed quote from King: \u201cUntil justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Tobias\u2019s guitar reverberated within the room, his warm, resonant voice anchoring the group.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n No musical experience is required to be a Threshold Singer, but the group does require a particular attitude, one of respect and sensitivity. With each room they visit, volunteers \u201cshare a culture of compassion and respect for individuals\u201d through gentle melodies.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/p>\n Bob Gwyther had dementia.\u00a0 For nine years he suffered from Lewy Body Dementia. For nine years his wife Lisa watched his mind slip away.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He never remembered when the Threshold Singers would visit him at Carol Woods. But, they came every Tuesday and Friday for about a year. And during the week leading to his death on April 8, volunteers stopped by every day \u2013 singing and playing instruments and holding his hand. His wife, Lisa, teared up every time.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Music was always a source of joy for Bob, a physician at the UNC-Chapel Hill Department of Family Medicine before he retired. He played guitar and sang with various groups since the \u201880s. In his room, he kept his guitar with a list of songs he liked to sing taped to the side.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Tobias found the list and shared it with other volunteers who made it a point to learn all of Bob\u2019s songs. Many were folk songs from the \u201860s, touching on themes of social justice and freedom. \u201cWhat we found is that even though\u2026 he had trouble speaking generally, he remembered every word to the 1960s songs he sang,\u201d says Lisa. The music reunited him with the loveliest times of his life.<\/span><\/p>\n The Threshold Singers returned Bob\u2019s voice to him. Although the illness made his voice lower, Lisa got to hear her husband sing again.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI think that music is memory for people who\u2019ve lost most memories,\u201d says Lisa. \u201cIt connects them and their families to a time in their lives when things were beautiful and better.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Bob died on Easter weekend, and his family held a small burial service right afterwards for about a dozen people. Tobias and Norm Loewenthal, another Threshold member, were there, singing Bob\u2019s songs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Randy Tobias and Norm Loewenthal didn\u2019t know Bob Gwyther before they began singing to him. Yet they felt honored to sing for him, Lisa says. And Lisa remains deeply grateful for the volunteers who serenaded her husband past the threshold of death.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI made a lifelong connection to Randy and Norm,\u201d says Lisa. \u201cThe fact that they were there almost the whole time he was in the final stages of his illness was absolutely remarkable.\u201d They remained bedside as volunteers, as people without any prior connection to Bob.<\/span><\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/p>\n Fridays were Anne Wright\u2019s favorite day of the week, and they usually began with the Threshold Singers. Music was an important part of Wright\u2019s life. She sang in choirs for more than 40 years and always joined in with the Threshold Singers when they visited her. She never failed to mention how much she loved the lyrics \u201cfrom sea to shining sea\u201d said Loewenthal.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n On Friday, Nov. 3, the volunteers were about to start their usual rounds, prepared \u2013 once again \u2013 to sing a patriotic anthem to Wright.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They made their way to her room in the corner of the second floor. She loved that space because when the door was open, she could catch glimpses of everything going on outside. \u201cShe was very inviting and welcoming,\u201d said Loewenthal. But on this Friday her door was closed. One of the nursing staff advised them that it wasn\u2019t a good time to visit.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Three days later, she died.<\/span><\/p>\n It was only right that her memorial service was held on a Friday. The Threshold Singers were there, too.<\/span><\/p>\n * * *<\/span><\/p>\n Each time the volunteers sing, they encounter the fullness of life and the reality of death. They do this bedside \u2013 sometimes at someone\u2019s home in the Durham and Chapel Hill area, sometimes in hospice facilities. It\u2019s a delicate space where the inevitability of death becomes inescapable. Their own emotions must be left at the door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n