The Krokodiloes are the oldest a capella group at Harvard University, founded in the mid-1940s out of the ranks of the Hasty Pudding Club. We are lucky enough to have as a neighbor an alumnus of the group, and luckier still that his particular pack of Krokodiloes from undergraduate days continue to gather and sing mostly in support of each others charitable initiatives in the places they live around the country.
The Kroks were in Hancock to help the Hancock Congregational Church raise money. The Church occupies the second floor of the historic Hancock Town Meetinghouse and is a sanctuary for more than prayer – it is a sanctuary for community gathering and is used throughout the winter as the venue for Music on Norway Pond and the Norway Pond Festival Singers, under the direction of Jody Hill Simpson. Jody’s husband, Rick, is the Krok and he brought his fellow Kroks to town to lend a hand in supporting this special building.
The Krokodiloes all came to dinner at The Fox Tavern and in between courses they drifted around the restaurant singing. We had two birthday parties in the Tavern last night. They got Krokodiloes “Happy Birthday” serenades. We had young Newlyweds for dinner as well. They hadn’t asked for a 14 person a capella group table side to commemorate the occasion, but they got one. And so did everyone else in the restaurant.
What a pleasant thing to be an old building in historic Hancock, New Hampshire, whether the Historical Society building at the far end of Main Street, or the Town Meeting House and Congregational Church at the other end, or The Hancock Inn and Fox Tavern right in the middle. It’s nice to be loved. And it is impossible not to sense on occasions like last night, with the sad lament of Loch Lomond wafting through the place and touching the inner chords of our hearts, the very presence of the building itself, warm and embracing. “Isn’t this great,” you could feel the building whispering. Aren’t we all lucky to be here?