Adjacent to the center is a park named after Richard Tucker as a tribute to his legacy at The Met. A music foundation has also been formed to perpetuate his memory. He is the only person whose funeral has been held on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera.
I cannot tell you what kind of music my children are tuned into now. Suffice it to say it isn’t opera, much less Tucker. Listening to the Grammy Awards show recently, I think Tucker and his contemporaries would have cringed just a little to see the polar extremes music has taken over the decades.
Immortality is when a singer is dead but his music is still alive. Richard Tucker’s charm still prevails.
Writer and photographer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.