I met Dr. Eskew by quite literally running into him in a stairwell between sessions at a Society for Christian Scholarship in Music conference. I was mortified at having knocked this rather delicate-looking older fellow nearly off his feet, but he apologized
to me and immediately sparked up a conversation. Once he realized that I was a hymnologist, it was all business: he wanted to know absolutely everything about my research. Since I am usually researching five disconnected topics at one time, that took
a while. We chattered so long (still parked halfway up a flight of stairs) that I was late for the next session of the conference.
As I hurried away, he asked for my contact information and handed me a business card, which I just shoved into my bag as I fled. My cell phone rang somewhere along I-75 on my drive back home. I picked it up. "Hello, this is Harry Eskew." I didn't register the
voice and had never caught his name in our first conversation. Who had given the author of
Sing with Understanding my number? Then he reminded me, "We met on the stairs."
He kept checking in on me and my work--regularly enough that I was surprised not to have heard from him in some time and wrote Margaret asking after him earlier this fall. She told me that his memory was failing and that he had gone into end-of-life care. Amid
what must have been an extremely painful time for her she also wrote, with the kindness characteristic of both of them, "If I find anything helpful in his files, I'll let you know."
The Big Singing is as close to my heart as anything could be. Southern Harmony singers--and anyone else who sings from or studies the Walker tunebooks--owe a particularly large debt to Dr. Eskew. The memories that have bubbled up in recent days, though, don't
have anything to do with his professional work. It's the animation with which he both spoke about sacred music and the attention with which he listened. I keep thinking about how he was so excited to learn about a "new" hymnal that he forgot to even give me
his name.