Alan Andrew Hill

I worked with Alan for a short time. He was extremely talented witty and humorous. He absolutely loved watching reruns of Leave it to Beaver. He always referred to it as Classic TV and it was. I´m so sorry to see he passed away. Rest in Peace Alan

Alan - your picture remains by my desk. Your memory remain front of my mind. You often come up in discussions with Glynda. I continue to ask why and how can you be gone. Till we meet again to make jewelry, fish and hunt - my friend!

I met Alan through our mutual friend at Tulane undergrad, Glen Hedgpeth, who had the great idea of getting together a group to sing Christmas carols. Alan had been in the TU choir with Glen. We did this for a few Christmases and had so much fun, under the very able leadership of Marshall Clyburn, that we also would get together to learn and sing madrigals and other vocal 4-part music, at least one year. It was a happy time. I will always fondly recall those evenings around a piano making...

Alan inpacted evry life he touched and there were many. We look for you in Heaven. God bless Alan.

Alan - There is no way to truly describe you. When I learned of your passing my life changed. You have always been a friend and available. I remember meeting you thru Jay and Gloria and later taking your class at Delgado. Your design work was unbelievable. I remember fishing and hunting with you for many years. You were always ready to go, always had unique equipment and always had successful trips. The people that you knew was also always impressive. There was no circle in New Orleans...

The image that first comes to mind when I think of Alan is his expression of his quirky and (to me!) very entertaining sense of humor. He was so joyful when he got on a roll with some of his unique observations and vocal gymnastics, it was delightful to be around. We were musical partners in The Uptights, and shared many rewarding musical, personal, and performance moments. I will always miss my friend and my brother -- Alan.

I met Alan---his nickname was Arnie in those days---in the Tulane U Choir. We became buddies and for a short, happy time, sweethearts. I left New Orleans for the adventurous life I wanted. Some years back I realized that I hadn't really appreciated his special genius and tried unsuccessfully to get in touch with him. His phenomenal creativity with everyday life will always be with me. Every day his joyful, luminous words come to mind. I loved him more than I knew. Rest well, dearest Arnie,...