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John Thomson
January 10, 2025
Dear 007,
As I write from New Zealand it´s evening time, January 11. Tomorrow is the anniversary of when you left us. And I confess I feel the missing of you very much.
This year - when I have remembered you, it has been a year full of "firsts" without you - even if our contact was only through email in the last years - knowing you were there was comforting. Having you respond with your humour and wisdom was always something to look forward to. This has been first summer you weren´t there - the first Thanksgiving you weren´t there - the first Christmas you weren´t there - and the first time seeing M when you weren´t there.
When today passes - it means there is no longer another "first" on the calendar. I´m not sure why that should bother me so much. But it does.
Today I was giving a lesson to a gifted - but perhaps just a little bit naughty... 11-year-old girl playing Mozart K. 216. A girl who is talented, intelligent - and full of quirky character. A student to whom my heart goes. She loves reading - she used to show up with Harry Potter books. It was "The Hound of the Baskervilles" this week.
And yes - today after she played the final note of a phrase with a certain carelessness, I found myself telling her of a friend with whom I used to share a desk in Sioux City. Who always inspired me with what he could do with final notes. I showed her a picture of you. One that M sent me of you posing next to a statue of a violinist - funny but clever - exactly the type of thing she would do. And I told her the story of you seeing a performance of Menuhin playing the Bach Chaconne in Walla Walla during which a cat walked across the stage.
Dear 007 - I feel you are still playing. The beauty of that final note still rings inside me.
Love,
Q
Ying Wang
February 12, 2024
Ying Wang
February 12, 2024
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Ying Wang
February 12, 2024
I first met Chris at a disorienting time of my life - shortly after I was uprooted from the life I knew in China and dropped into the heart of America. I barely spoke English then, but with a teacher like Chris, language was hardly a barrier. Every week, I marveled at the effortless beauty of his playing. Equally captivating were his fantastic facial expressions - the broad smile that would stretch across his face when I hit the right note, and the way he'd grit his teeth while nodding emphatically, when a little extra "umph" was required. Chris was a strict and disciplined teacher. He never cut me any slack if I didn't quite get something right. In a kind and patient way, he would hold me accountable for my progress. He once claimed that he could tell how much I practiced by whether my music book stayed open to a specific page. So, naturally every week I placed a hefty dictionary on top of the music book, open to whatever page I was focusing on. I let Chris in on this little secret a few weeks before he passed, and to my relief, he found it hilarious.
Chris was much more than a music teacher to me. He and Debi welcomed my family into their home - we celebrated our first Thanksgiving with them. When my family left Nebraska, it was Chris and Debi who drove us to the greyhound station for the sendoff. I shed as many tears that day as I did leaving China. As an 11-year-old whose world had just been turned upside down, those weekly music lessons with Chris had been a crucial anchor, and they grounded me in a way that defies description. Adding to my gratitude was the fact that Chris taught me free of charge, as he knew the financial strain that we faced as new immigrants. It's only now, as a working adult, that I fully grasp the extent of his generosity and the impact of his kindness on my journey.
Chris and I connected again years later, after I was well into my own journey as a full grown adult on the East Coast. I was beyond thrilled when Chris and Debi visited us in Pennsylvania. One of the sweetest moments that I will always cherish, was when Chris shared the enchanting tale of "500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins" with my boys. My kids and my partner got to witness those marvelous facial expressions that only Chris could pull off! I can still picture his infectious enthusiasm, adorned with a fake crown that we just happened to have from a recent birthday party. His dramatic reading had all of us in fits of laughter.
Dear Chris - we love you and miss you. You are one of a kind - irreplaceable beautiful soul.
Temple Kinyon
February 3, 2024
I didn´t know Chris well; I knew him mostly through Debi´s eyes. And oh, how her eyes sparkled when she spoke of him...AKA her boyfriend. I knew without a doubt that they shared a deep love and devotion for each other through hearing about their shenanigans. I´ve seen some of his cartoons-hilarious-and heard and read stories through Debi´s writing. My impression of him was that he was fun, funny, talented, intellectual, thoughtful, and always wanting to cram just a little bit more knowledge into his brain. One special note: Chris left me with a precious gift, seemingly small to others but hugely significant to me...a sentence in my book written in collaboration with the University of Idaho. I was crafting a section about the campus closure during COVID-19 and how that included the rare cancellation of May commencement. I struggled endlessly trying to come up with the right words to end a particular paragraph. It needed enough punch that the reader could feel the severity of that blow to soon-to-be grads. On page 231 you´ll find the gem contributed by Chris through Debi (my fellow writer). "Canceling was like lopping off the final cadence of a symphony." Many people have commented how perfect of an analogy that is. Chris´s articulate words are so appreciated by me...and offer yet another example of his eye and ear for the perfect last note. My deepest condolences to Debi and all who loved Chris. I´m glad I knew him and have a piece of him in my work.
Megan Miller
February 2, 2024
My favorite memories of Uncle Chris are from the times that he and Aunt Debi visited us in Montclair. Together they shared their gifts of music and humor. "We are two scoops of chocolate ice cream".
Megan Miller
February 2, 2024
Megan Miller
February 2, 2024
Megan Miller
February 2, 2024
Vicki Bonds James
January 31, 2024
Too many memories to choose from as I grew up with him. I do remember him playing "I Found My Thrill On Blueberry Hill" at 6 AM on a Saturday morning waking me up and hearing his voice mimicking the renowned "FATS DOMINO". As a childhood friend mentioned a few weeks ago, that she beat I would love to hear him play that again! She's correct, I would, yes, even at 6AM!
My greatfulness of his kindness through my recovery of cancer is beyond bountiful. He and Debi were extremely Instrumental with my healing.
He is dearly missed.
John Thomson
January 31, 2024
Dear 007,
(Yes - you always were and always will be "007" to me).
I miss you.
There are many things I miss about you, but let me share one.
We sat together sharing a stand in the orchestra. I loved being around you - it was the best part about orchestra. Your classy playing, your sharp intellect and your fun character.
What I always have recalled about your playing that was more beautiful than anyone else I have heard, was your way of ending a phrase. So many of us are already thinking about how to play the next note when we end a phrase and we neglect the moment in the present of first ending what we are doing with beauty. You always amazed me with the way you cared for the final note. You could sculpt it with your bow allowing it to diminish and gradually fade - combining it with a beautifully balanced vibrato right up to the end of the note and indeed beyond its end - allowing it to literally resonate and for its beauty to linger. It would take away my breath. It inspired me tremendously and the memory has remained all these years - you would not believe how many times I think of this in my own daily practice and in trying to convey the idea to my students.
I could mention many memories but let me leave it there and say thank you for that. (Or this note will be too long.) Perhaps you lived your life as you played - you told me of your illness shortly before leaving us - I fully understood the meaning and what you were facing, yet you gave no indication of the suffering you felt, physically, mentally or spiritually. As always you shared deep insights, humour and optimism. You ended so gracefully and beautifully, leaving a resonance that contains so much beauty.
In my mind I see you - in the Hereafter in the orchestra. I hope you don´t think me presumptuous if I ask you this favour. Please would you keep the chair next to you free? You see, when the time comes, I would like to be your stand partner again. I´ll turn pages efficiently and together we won´t let Miss Moneypenny bother us. Hopefully M won´t mind sitting a bit behind us. She´ll have other assignments for you when we´re not busy on the orchestra. Oh my word - I´m assuming God is the conductor. Wonder what he´s like? I suppose we may have to behave a little better.
Thank you dear 007.
Nobody does it better.
Q
M. Fox
January 31, 2024
I am so thankful for the time we shared in Oregon! And the book...
Susan MacGregor Batenhorst
January 31, 2024
Chris was originally a friend-of-a-friend. Once met who could resist his wry sense of humor and infectious satisfaction with life? One of the rare truly happy people I've had the pleasure to be around. Condolences to Debi and his whole extended set of family and friends...a unique individual.
Julia Larson
January 31, 2024
Julia Larson
January 31, 2024
Julia Larson
January 31, 2024
He always made me laugh because he was so open to being the brunt of the laughs. I'll never forget how willing he was to show his driver's license picture and dare you not to laugh. Just made it all the funnier when you couldn't hold it in. Every time we got together Debi insisted on taking a picture of me with Chris. We would both humor her by 'hamming' it up for the photo.
Harley Mohlman
January 30, 2024
Though I was very ingeminated by Dr. Bonds when I first met him, he turned out to be a teddy bear. A teddy bear that was filled with so much wisdom and critical thought. Whenever I pick up a cello or any string instrument. I will always hear Dr. Bonds helping/correcting/encouraging me. Thank you Dr. Bonds.
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