I am crushed that I cannot attend today, but I came down with a cold yesterday, and as Vergene taught me, never come to your lessons sick.
How do I talk about the person who changed my life, gave me the tools for two careers, and loved a little damaged child into health? I met Vergene in the winter of 1990. She was in Vienna for my first semester at DePauw, so I was extremely excited to meet her. To say I was a hot mess is an understatement, but Vergene specialized in helping hot messes. She knew just how to give us singing technique while providing protection from the onslaught of emotion. She had clear boundaries, which many of us going into singing were never allowed to have. She gave so generously of her time, her skills, and her home, housing me countless times so that I may take from her over summers, while charging a pittance since she knew I came from poverty. She believed in me when I couldn't, and she took me to the highest echelons of the opera world. When I decided I wanted to stop traveling on the road so that I could be with my family, she had given me all the tools I needed to be the teacher I never knew I wanted to be, but now is my absolute passion. If I am a good teacher now, it is because of Vergene.
Vergene was so funny. We would laugh through so many lessons, and she could use that humor to diffuse so much pain. I know she fought through so many health problems over all the years, but she was so incredibly strong. I don't think anyone ever really knew how much she suffered. She healed so many, and I wonder if all of that ministering drained her and hurt her. I hope not, and I hope we gave her some of that love and energy back.
Vergene had such an amazing brain. Her lovely high voice that she employed because of her vocal paresis masked that dazzling intellect for many people, who assumed that high pitches meant "lots of resonating space instead of gray matter." I remember all of the deep dives into history, the research work, the knowledge of art and her endless curiosity made being in her company so engaging. I learned so much from her that had nothing to do with singing.
As a teacher now, I am so absolutely soul grateful to have had a Vergene in my life to show me what that means. Old English tæcan (past tense tæhte, past participle tæht) means "to show, demonstrate, warn, persuade, train." I would add love to that list. The child therapists tells us that the best thing we can do as parents is to love our children first and foremost. I would posit that voice teachers have the same job--to love the voice in front of them, to nurture it, protect it, and help it through all its stages and changes without judgement. Vergene showed all of her voice baby birds such love, and now I try with every lesson, with every note out of my throat, to honor this amazing woman. I love you, Vergene. The world misses your love and energy, but I am so glad you get to rest. Fly away, beautiful bird.