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25 April 2012
Will was our friend for decades. I don't know how long. Walt and I began ushering for The Lamplighters in the 1960s. Will joined the company in 1970 and we watched him move up the ranks to the principal baritone roles. Here he is as Samuel in Pirates of Penzance...I'm not sure if that is his hair or not!
Will became a more personal friend during my years working for The Lamplighters. He, Gilbert and Henry Anderson were great friends, who liked to go on great adventures but be "home in time for dinner." As my friendship with Gilbert grew, so, too, did my friendship with Will.
We were both born the same year, but he was a bit younger than I. His father, also Will Connolly, had been a nationally famous sports writer for The San Francisco Chronicle. At the time of his death, Will had been trying to figure out how to republish some of his father's better known columns on the Internet. This one was one of three that I found on a site called "Western Neighborhood Projects," stories about a specific section of San Francisco.
When Gilbert died in 1986, Will and I, along with Henry and his wife Willa, took on the care of Gilbert's family during the week following the death. While others in the Lamplighters took on the task of planning the memorial service, we were meeting with the people who would be handling his remains, meeting with the doctors who tended him at the end, and doing the practical thing.
When we had Gilbert put to rest, Will stepped in to be "Uncle Will" to Gilbert's niece Susie and her daughter Rachel. Rachel, sadly never got to know her Uncle Buddy (Gilbert) but Will was a big presence in her life and visited her and Susie around the country several times over the past 20+ years. (He, Walt and I flew to Oklahoma for Susie's bat mitzvah, in fact, and we went to St. Louis to be there for the production of the first play she ever directed.) He was as proud of Rachel's theatrical successes as if he were her real uncle.
A year after Gilbert's death, Willa, Henry, Will and I, along with Diana Dorman, contractor for the orchestra, got together for a memorial dinner. Out of that grew the GRUB, the name of which I never COULD remember. The "something reinternment of Uncle Buddy." It was a name Will dreamed up. It was our yearly Gilbert memorial dinner, a group which, at its height had 17 attendees. Will made all the arrangements and when I gently suggested calling a halt to it six years ago,on the 20th anniversary of Gilbert's death (more years than most of us knew him in life), it was Will who insisted we keep going. (With Will now gone, and Walt and I going to be in Europe on the anniversary this year, this may finally be the year we stop meeting every July.)
Will was one of the funniest people I ever knew. He always had a joke, a pun, a quip, a snide aside. He found humor in all things and did one of the best W. C. Fields imitations. He was born to play W.C. Fields and, in fact, did play him in a Lamplighter Gala one year, though his finest hour may have been as a nerdy chiropterologist (one who studies bats). Will embraced nerdhood and was so successful, the character was reprised in a later Gala.
Shelley Johnson recalls her favorite moment with Will on stage during that Gala:
We last saw Will a couple of months ago at a Lamplighter party. He arrived quite late and Walt and I met him on the stairs as we were leaving. He did not look well and confessed he felt "terrible." I had this ominous premonition that I would never see him again. I am sorry that feeling turned out to be accurate.
Stories of Will are legion and will be circulating throughout his very large circle of friends for weeks, I'm sure. The one I shared was this:
Will and Gilbert were great friends. Will was also not particularly
known for promptness. Gilbert one time made arrangements for Will to meet at his house,
and was very specific about the time. He HAD to get there on time. Amazingly, Will showed
up, right on time. Gilbert opened the door, looked at him and said "Good. I just
wanted to see if you could really do it." and then closed the door again.
Ironically, Will died on the anniversary of Gilbert's sister's death.
Peggy Overshiner, Jeanne Ziaja, Gilbert, Mary Brown, June Wilkins, Arthur Contrad, Adrian McNamara, Ashton Bisbee ... there are so many Lamplighter principals in Heaven now, I'm almost looking forward to joining them myself, to see them all perform one more time!
WILL'S OBITUARY: William (Will) Philip
Connolly, a lifelong resident of San Francisco, died April 24th at St. Mary's Hospital
after a short illness. Will, born April 14, 1943, was the son of the late Will Connolly, a
sportswriter for the San Francisco Chronicle and San Francisco Examiner; and Margarete
Connolly, an activist for the developmentally disabled. He attended St. Brendan's
Elementary School, St. Ignatius High School and Lincoln High School. Will was a history
buff and proudly received a Bachelor of Science Degree in U.S. History from the University
of San Francisco at the age of 57. Will's greatest passion was music. He was a member of
the Bohemian Club Aviary Men's Chorus, Lamplighters Musical Theatre Group, St. Francis
Yacht Club Sons of the Sea, served as a cantor at St. Brendan's Catholic Church, and was a
former member of the San Francisco Boys Chorus. He was also a member of the South End
Rowing Club, San Francisco Museum and Historical Society, former board member of
Creativity Explored, an art program for developmentally disabled adults, Irish Literary
and Historical Society, Musical Days in Forest Hill (board member), Welsh American Society
of Northern California. Will is survived by his brother Paul (Gail) Connolly and sister
Anne Connolly; nieces Christina Stark, Paula Suiso, Elizabeth Thomas and eight
great-nieces and nephews; as well as Malone and Mahoney cousins and many, many friends
with whom he sang and laughed.
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