A Turtle’s Tribute:
From a friend:
Leasel directed the youth choir at Lover’s Lane Methodist Church when I was in high school. He was a great guy with Mephistophelean dark curly hair and eyes plus a majestic bass voice.
Our choir under Leasel’s baton did cool, kind of folk-rock sacred music — I was a student accompanist and got to play some rockin’ piano to “Nearer My God to Thee!” One winter (1969?) we took our “show” on the road when Leasel sponsored a choir ski trip to Ruidoso, New Mexico. We played at a few churches along the way and had lots of fun. Leasel was from Muleshoe, Texas, and he told everybody, “Wait till you see the mountains. The first time I saw all that snow, I almost corroded!”
We loved Leasel. When I went to college at SMU, Leasel was finishing
graduate school in sacred music, so I got to go to his recitals and
visit with him and Kathy over in married student housing near the theology school.
They were always nice to me and fun to be with. So enthusiastic and appreciative of all of life’s experiences, it’s hard to think of him gone. Heaven’s a happier place with him there. Godspeed, Leasel.
Cavett Lewis Hughes