MURAnews Fall 2023 issue in PDF format / in accessible PDF format
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Since the COVID-19 global emergency was declared to be over, we have been slow getting back to in-person MURA events. The availability of updated vaccines and the waning severity of COVID make many of us more comfortable getting together. In mid-October, MURA council had its first hybrid meeting (in-person or virtual was a personal choice) since pre-COVID. It was my first in-person council meeting ever, and it was very nice to sit across the table from other council members and have a conversation. We hear and see a lot about the lack of available workers since the pandemic. This is not limited to the paid employment sector. Charities and not-for-profits are having difficulty recruiting volunteers to take on important and rewarding tasks. It is no different here at MURA. We have a hard working, dedicated core of volunteers who keep us up and running. We would love to add some people to lighten the load of some of our long serving lead volunteers. What I have learned since I started on council is that help is only an email away. We all help each other to be successful in our roles. We are looking for a few willing folks to join us. We need a newsletter editor – lots of people are involved in getting the newsletter put together and distributed, but someone needs to take on the coordinating role. The “acting” editor is more than willing to assist to make sure that you are successful. We also need a chair for the communications committee. Again, there is a team that undertakes the work of the committee, but they need a leader. If you are interested in either of these, please contact me at MURA@mcmaster.ca for more information. Most of the work we do is by email or over Zoom. (Our national retiree association, CURAC, is also looking for a retiree to be a member of their communications committee. More details on this volunteer opportunity are outlined further down in this newsletter). Please join us for our Holiday Lunch on December 5 (more details are below). It will be terrific to see fellow retirees in person after so long. Susan Birnie
News from MURAMURA Holiday LuncheonTuesday, December 5, 2023 at 12:00 Noon
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Complimentary ParkingMURA thanks Parking Services for their generous support Retirees who do not have a McMaster parking permit and transponder will have access to Parking Lots B, D and E close to the Student Centre, and to the underground Stadium lot. Come on to campus via the Sterling Street entrance. First MURA Graduate Scholarship AwardedCongratulations to Liza-Anastasia DiCecco, the inaugural recipient of the McMaster University Retirees Association Graduate Scholarship. This $1,000 scholarship is awarded annually to a graduate student researching technological advances related to seniors, and who demonstrates academic excellence. Graduand Award Winner 2023Congratulations to Victoria Micoli, the recipient of the $1,000 McMaster University Retirees Association Graduand Prize which is given to a student graduating from an undergraduate program in Aging and Society who attains high averages. Victoria would like to offer her thanks to MURA members. MURA WalksBy Mary Gauld, MURA Special Events Coordinator In JULY, two groups of us (24 in total) trekked around campus, reacquainting ourselves with old haunts and taking a fresh look at some of the newer buildings. It was a warm day, so we rewarded ourselves with lunch and a beverage at the Phoenix at the completion of our walk.
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 14: Meeting at the Chedoke Golf Course (off of Aberdeen Ave.), eight of us started off on the Bruce Trail heading west. We walked to the top of the escarpment (to Scenic Dr). Two brave souls crossed from there over to the Chedoke Stairs and came down to meet the rest of us waiting at the bottom. It is a gorgeous, relaxing, and natural setting. Put this on your list.
Retirees in the NewsBy Marcia MacAulay Recognizing the legacy of Atif Kubursi, Professor Emeritus, Economics The friends and former students of Atif A. Kubursi are establishing an undergraduate scholarship to celebrate Atif’s ongoing global legacy. Beginning in 2024, the Dr. Atif A. Kubursi Scholarship will be awarded annually to an undergraduate student who attains a high average in the Arts & Science Program or as a major in Economics, alternating between students in the Arts & Science Program and in Economics. Gifts to the fund will be matched up to a total of $25,000 thanks to a generous former student of Dr. Kubursi. Further information about the award is available on the University Advancement crowdfunding platform iFundMac. Welcome New RetireesCompiled by Kathy Overholt
Recent PassingsCompiled by Kathy Overholt John Bandler,* Electrical & Computer Engineering, September 28, 2023 * See the Daily News article: Former Dean of Engineering John Bandler lit the way for student innovation and success.
What's Happening at MacBy Marcia MacAulay Campus Greenhouse
A state-of-the-art campus greenhouse is being built beside the Life Sciences Building, with an expected occupancy date of spring 2024.
The existing aging greenhouse next to Hamilton Hall welcomes upwards of 3,000 visitors each year, including students, community members, volunteers, children attending McMaster camps, patients and their families at the hospital on campus, visiting school tours, and even staff groups participating in wellness events. The number of annual visitors to the new greenhouse is expected to increase thanks to the building’s new location at the heart of campus, its accessible design and its improved visitor experience. Marie Elliot, department chair and professor of biology, says: “The new greenhouse will provide our students and our faculty members with a state-of-the-art facility in which to explore critical questions relating to plant
The current greenhouse will be retired when the new one is built. Plants from the current building, from the beloved chocolate tree to the odorous but beautiful titan arums, will be relocated to their new home once construction is complete. See the Daily News article New campus greenhouse to nurture research, learning and outreach. The McMaster Children’s CentreThe McMaster Children’s Centre (MCC) on-campus daycare has officially moved from the west side of campus to a new state-of-the-art facility on the second floor of the Peter George Centre for Living and Learning (PGCLL). The new facility features more space for increased capacity, larger and brighter rooms, and playgrounds on the terrace. There are 10 reserved parking spots for parents to use for drop-off and pick-up, as well as a private entrance into PGCLL with an elevator and stairs. The new centralized location will allow the children to explore and enjoy McMaster’s green spaces and other amenities. It also provides the chance for the centre to build partnerships across campus and to “feel like we are more a part of the campus community,” says Linda Davis, president of the Centre’s board of directors. The MCC, a non-profit, self-supporting corporation administered by a director and board of directors, has 15 “Sheila Scott, who was the Dean of Women at McMaster University from 1965 to 1982, established the MCC in 1975 to support families and women at McMaster,” says Davis. “We continue to honour her legacy as the Centre evolves to become even further established in McMaster’s community.”
A grand opening is tentatively planned for the fall once everyone is settled in. View the Daily News article McMaster Children’s Centre now resides in the heart of campus.
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By Elaine McKinnon Riehm, Faculty of Humanities, Eighteenth-Century Fiction
(This article was previously published in the McMaster Macaroon.)
If you drive north-east in New Brunswick, past Bathurst, past Caraquet, along the south shore of the Baie des Chaleurs, you will run out of mainland and find yourself in the town of Shippagan on the island of Lamèque. Continue east on highway 113 across an iron bridge over a narrow channel to the smaller island of Miscou, which lies at the confluence of the Baie des Chaleurs and the Atlantic Ocean.
In 1755, the English expelled the Acadians from Grand Pré, Nova Scotia, as a part of the continual wars with France that encompassed both Europe and North America. This is known in English as “The Expulsion of the Acadians” and in French as “Le Grand Dérangement.” The Acadians scattered to remote areas in Maine, Louisiana (then governed by France), Québec, all along the Atlantic coast, and to the fringes of north-east New Brunswick. Although they had been farmers in Grand-Pré, they adapted to new lives in their new surroundings. My sister-in-law, Lillian, was one of nine children born to an Acadian fisherman and his wife on Miscou Island.
Lillian often spoke of Miscou. During her childhood, long before the bridges were built, Miscou was remote and insignificant except for its lighthouse. Lillian remembered as a young girl one winter suffering from a severe toothache. There being no dentist on Miscou or Lamèque, her father took her by sleigh across the ice in the channels between the two islands and the mainland to a dentist in Bathurst. While they were there, the ice broke up, and they were unable to return to Miscou until they were rescued by local fishermen in a goélette.
From her stories, I imagined Miscou Island to be a rocky outcropping edged by massive cliffs, lashed by cold winds, and home to colonies of seabirds, similar perhaps to the Faroe Islands in the North Atlantic. This past summer, I travelled to Miscou with a friend to attend a memorial gathering for Lillian and her sister Odile. To my surprise, I discovered Miscou to be a low-lying sandy island, dotted with peat bogs, woodlands of pine and aspen, and tall wind-blown grasses.
For centuries, the main mode of transportation and the means of livelihood for fishermen was the goélette, a run-about used in the St. Lawrence River and Baie des Chaleurs to carry cargo to isolated ports and men to the lobster and mackerel grounds. A goélette lies now at the mouth of a creek on Miscou, broken but shapely still, its two masts collapsed upon the hull as if waiting for the next breeze. And breezes are common on Miscou. More accurately, there are heavy prevailing winds and frequent storms.
On the north-east corner of the island, sits the landmark lighthouse. It is eighty feet tall and was built in 1856 to replace an earlier one from the seventeenth century. Nowadays, visitors with sturdy legs climb to the top for the view out to sea and down to the beach below where there are picnic tables for visitors. It is a pleasant spot for a day’s excursion or ramble.
At the memorial celebration, there were about 50 guests including sons, cousins, nieces, nephews, sisters, brothers, and neighbours. There was an abundance of food: seafood lasagna, a cauldron of fish chowder, grilled sausages, chicken, salads of every sort, and breads and desserts that I shall not attempt to describe. The Acadian hospitality was boundless.
There was also storytelling. Miscou mosquitoes, we were told, are so large that they have to get down on their knees to bite.
Like their eighteenth-century forebears, Lillian’s family have scattered – to Québec, Montréal, Ottawa, Barrie, Mississauga, Windsor, and points beyond. But they continue to speak French and they continue to hear from afar the sound of the sea lapping or pounding on the shores of Miscou Island, beckoning them home.
courtesy of Rose Anne Prevec
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By Helen Ramsdale, Department of Medicine
It may seem odd, in the post-pandemic era, to write an article about how we can make music together online in real time, whether as an instrumentalist or as a singer. Everything seems to be getting back to “normal”, meeting in person, eating out, having fun with family and friends.
The pandemic, from necessity, introduced us to things that we would not have thought about before. I had no idea that it was possible to play and sing online with musicians from different cities.
During the lockdown we found a neat Internet program, JamKazam, where a few of us could make music together online. There is very little time lag, so it seems like everyone is in the same room. JamKazam achieves this, in part, by separating the audio and video components. With the more commonly used online program Zoom, the audio and video must be sent together, with the video causing too much time lag for online music. JamKazam allowed us to interact socially, increase our repertoire and, possibly, stay sane when we were stuck in our homes.
We had a lot of fun. We also discovered we had a whole lot of new excuses for our music not being in time or in tune. My bow hit my coffee cup. The cat jumped on my lap and startled me. My husband is hammering the pork schnitzel in a very odd tempo. The construction equipment next door has an off-key bass note.
I am from Burlington. The friends I play and sing with are from Ottawa, Smith’s Falls, Toronto and Hamilton. In the past, it was difficult to get all five of us together in one place, so it happened perhaps once every 6 months.
Once people started getting back together in person, we assumed we would stop meeting online – but that has not happened. We have continued to interact on JamKazam once a week even though we are now practicing in person with other friends in our own cities.
This got me thinking about how this technology could be helpful to retirees. My group is diverse geographically, but I know there are also small groups locally that could benefit from playing or singing online, especially as we age. Driving at night can be an issue, and is it really safe for us to drive in snow and ice storms? Is it worth driving for a duet or trio? Maybe there are just a couple in the group who want to do more rehearsing. Whatever ails us, it often means that driving takes a lot of oomph out of us. If we have only one to two hours when we are at our best, staying at home online makes the best of the time. Perhaps you always wanted to take lessons from an instrumentalist in another town, but it was too far. Or you want to meet other musicians who play your instrument – or find a group that plays a particular music genre.
Some MURA members might find online, real time technology helpful. I have only used JamKazam, which is why I am describing it in this article. I am not endorsing it over any of the other available programs, which include Jamulus and JackTrip.
The basic equipment needed is likely what most people have after the pandemic. You need a desktop or laptop computer running either Windows 10 or Mac OS X 10.8 or higher. JamKazam does not work on iPads, iPhones, Android tablets, Android phones, Chromebooks or Linux systems. You will also need a wired internet connection. WiFi, a wireless internet connection, may work, but will likely cause time lags. For acoustic instruments and voice, you need a microphone. For electronic instruments you need an audio interface. You definitely need wired headphones. The microphone picks up all noises in a room, so anything from your computer speakers will get fed back along with your voice or instrument, causing an echo. This is an annoyance for everyone else and makes playing in time impossible. Since the video and audio are separate, you do not need to have a camera, but it helps, for example when you are setting up a meeting and there are audio issues, and for hand gestures to remind you, perhaps, that you forgot to press the microphone “on” button. It is also useful if you want to demonstrate something.
The JamKazam website is https://jamkazam.com/. Everything you need to know about getting started is there, including the free download. Once downloaded, installed, and started, it is free for the first month. This means you have time to see if you like it, if it works, and if you need to buy any equipment. After the first month, you have a choice. The basic level is free if you only use it for 4 hours a month, with a maximum of 4 participants. The cost per month varies from $5 to $10 US, depending on whether or not you want unlimited usage, number of participants, and need a faster audio speed. A faster audio speed may increase the number of cities you are able to interact with. There is a platinum level for $20 a month, but this mainly is for teaching, or if you are a professional musician who wants to use your recordings commercially.
Once downloaded, it’s relatively easy to set up the audio and video. However, you can only really find out if it is working by teaming up with a friend. When I got my new computer last year everything looked great, but I could not connect with others in my group. You need someone to be on both JamKazam and the other end of a phone line to help problem-solve.
Setting up an online music session is easy. If you set up a public session, anyone online at the same time can search for it and join you. This is a great way of finding other musicians. For a specific group, set them up as “friends”, and then start a session for friends that all of your group will be able to access.
If you want to meet new musicians, it is possible to search for those who sing or play your genre or the instruments you play, and then send a message to them.
How far away will this work? Our Hamilton to Ottawa group is 500 km (310 miles) apart, and it works well. The website does not specifically say how near you must be for JamKazam to give you a good experience. It looks like JamKazam thinks 1,000 miles, but scuttlebutt says 300 miles is ideal. If you have friends you want to connect with, but you do not know if it is too far, just try it. You may be surprised.
If you are interested in the physics of why this works, the website has some neat descriptions of both the cognitive ear aspect and how the internet processing is set up.
I hope this will encourage people to keep playing and singing music in their retirement, even if there are distance or mobility issues. It is so much fun!
I have helped a few people sort out how to get started with JamKazam. If anybody needs more help, please email me at doc2gamba@gmail.com.
By Sylvia Avery, MacPherson Institute
This past June, PLAY airlines took to the skies on its inaugural flight from Hamilton International Airport, marking the start of daily flights to Iceland and Europe. The introductory offer promoted by the airline caught my husband’s eye, and before I knew it, we were booked to vacation in Iceland in September.
Between 2010 and 2018,by 2018 visitors to Iceland grew by more than 400%, topping 2.3 million. After the pandemic, as people began to travel again, visitor numbers hit 1.7 million in 2022. So, I knew Iceland was going to be a spectacular place to visit, especially for me. As an amateur photographer, I was really looking forward to shooting the country’s remarkable landscape, the many waterfalls, the sneaker waves at Reynisfjara beach – one of the most dangerous destinations in Iceland – and most importantly, the northern lights.
I began to think about what to wear in Iceland, and realized I needed some rainproof pants and sturdy walking shoes with a good grip, items not normally part of my current wardrobe. When I finally started packing, I left several pairs of shoes behind in favour of my tripod as it took up one-third of my suitcase. This would never have happened when I was working and travelled for business. Not only did I bring quite a few pairs of high-heeled shoes, but I also brought along several colours of nail polish!
As some of you may already know, flying from Hamilton Airport is hassle-free and convenient.
I was impressed with the ease of check-in and processing through security. There was also a tasty selection of food and drink to purchase prior to boarding. Since PLAY is a low-cost airline, everything on board came with a fee, even the water. But the flight attendants were friendly, the morning coffee was hot, and we arrived in Reykjavik 45 minutes ahead of schedule.
We spent the first day discovering the lay of the land. Missing one night’s sleep coupled with a four-hour time change made us tired so we turned in early. We dropped our weary bodies into the most superbly comfortable bed and found ourselves pampered by down duvets and pillows wrapped in Egyptian cotton linens. What a treat!
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky on the second day, so we rented a car and drove the Golden Circle – the most famous of all scenic routes in Iceland combining stunning landmarks and historically significant places in a circular sightseeing tour. The landscape was truly magnificent and highly varied. The highlight of the day was getting soaked by the Strokkur geyser. It caught a lot of people by surprise – including me – as it sprouted over 100 feet into the air.
The following day, I booked my excursion to see the northern lights. My travel companions were not interested in a late-night bus trip into the dark countryside, so I ventured out on my own. The evening conditions were near perfect. The sky was clear and the KP index was 4 – Active – bright, constant, and dynamic northern lights visible. I could hardly contain my excitement.
The hotel concierge told me it was a four-minute walk to Skúlagata and bus stop #14. I left the hotel at 9:10 figuring this was plenty of time to walk two blocks. Unfortunately, the Google Map on my iPhone managed to turn me in the other direction, and I found myself disoriented by 9:15. I stopped several people to ask for directions. No one was certain about where to send me. I ran frantically into two convenience stores. Surely, the local people would know where Skúlagata was. The first person pointed me in one direction, and the second person said it was “just up the street.” By now, it was 9:25 pm and I started to panic. 9:30 pm came and went. I tried calling the number on my registration form, but no one answered. I called our hotel and the concierge said he would order a taxi to take me to the next bus stop. Sadly, I was standing at a corner where the cab was not able to reach me directly.
It was over. I had missed the tour bus. I stood blubbering at the harbourfront, camera strapped to my chest, and tripod over my shoulder. I was beyond disappointed.
To quote Anthony Douglas Williams, “Mother Nature has the power to please, to comfort, to calm, and to nurture one’s soul.” True to a mother’s nature, she sensed my sadness and opened her skies to a nearly 20-minute show of beautiful dancing waves of light. I set my camera on the tripod, pointed my lens toward the sky, and began shooting.
And just like that, they disappeared. I waited to see if they would reoccur, but it was not meant to be. When I returned to the hotel and explained my story, the concierge said a lot of people visit Iceland for one reason only – to see the northern lights. They go out night after night and end up returning home without ever having seen this atmospheric phenomenon.
So, although I missed the bus, I did see the lights. And I got some great pictures. I’ve complemented my story with some of the photos I took in Iceland, including those spectacular northern lights. I hope you enjoy them.
It was truly an iconic trip. Mother Nature had comforted me and nurtured my soul on many levels. Can you guess what comforted my husband? Those down-filled pillows, the duvet, and those fabulous sheets. I will be on the hunt for a good white sale!
by Jen Newton, Pathology and Molecular Medicine
I’d been working as a bench scientist for 15 years when the creative bug bit. I come from a family of creatives – my two older brothers are both Hollywood film composers; my oldest brother, Mychael, won the Oscar for 2012’s The Life of Pi – but when faced with the post-secondary choice of science versus music, I chose science. I never regretted the decision that led to a 32-year career doing important work, including research in HIV, dengue fever, influenza, and finally COVID. But any career can become repetitive and somewhat restrictive given enough time, and there came a time when I felt the pull to branch out into something else.
I used to write as a preteen, but then I stopped writing for about 25 years as I became busy, first in high school, then throughout my undergraduate B.Sc. degree at McMaster, then as I joined Pathology as a research assistant before getting married and having two children. Life as a working mother was incredibly busy for years. But then a number of factors coalesced – my daughters got older and didn’t need me as much, I had more time on my hands, and my job of 15 years wasn’t as exciting as it once was. And the writing bug roared back to life around 2007.
For several years, I wrote mysteries and thrillers just for me, entertaining a small number of online readers. Eventually, though, they started asking me why I didn’t write professionally. And even though it had never been a life goal, I had to ask myself the same question. In the end, I decided my slogan needed to be “Go big or go home”. Maybe I’d flop spectacularly, but I didn’t want to look back fifteen years later and wonder why I’d never tried.
Armed with nothing more than Grade 13 English and a voracious reading habit, I started from scratch on a forensic mystery series. McMaster was incredibly helpful in this effort as the McMaster library catalogue and my access to peer-reviewed journals allowed me to learn the field of forensic anthropology. It was the perfect combination of creativity and science for me, and it set my feet firmly on the path to publication. Once that manuscript was complete, I started an agent search. It took six months before I found and queried my current agent. Three weeks later, I was signed. One edit with her later, I was out on submission. A few months after that, I had my first book deal.
That book was 2013’s Dead, Without a Stone to Tell It, the first book in the Abbott and Lowell Forensic Mysteries, written under my maiden name, Jen J. Danna. For several years, I continued to work full time as a lab manager while publishing five books in that series, one each year. Then another offer arose for a different series – an editor wanted a police procedural with a K-9 angle. A different publishing house, a pseudonym – Sara Driscoll – to mark the author as exclusive to that house, and the FBI K-9s search-and-rescue series was born. That’s when things really took off after Lone Wolf was published in 2016.
By 2018, after 27 years in the lab, I was beginning to look past McMaster. It was an incredibly important part of my life, from my undergrad degree to my career, but the creative arts were calling. The idea of retiring early in 2020 thanks to the rule of 80 started to build. That started the drive to make my writing career sufficient to carry the part of my salary I’d lose when I was only earning a pension. I started a third series, the NYPD Negotiators, leading with Exit Strategy, and started publishing two books a year, while still working full time.
My dream of retiring in 2020 died with the pandemic. Life was simply too uncertain and bookstores were closed or struggling. Not to mention that when many people were at home with nothing to do, my research group went into overdrive, often working twelve-hour days to launch multiple clinical COVID trials in mere weeks. Spring 2020 was the first time I missed a book deadline. Luckily, my editor was very understanding that what I was doing in the lab was more important in that moment than my writing, and granted me an extra eight weeks. I handed in Shot Caller in six.
Easing out of the pandemic, the path to retirement became clearer and I started writing new proposals to go along with the existing series. A two-book deal in June 2022 followed by a separate three-book deal in December allowed me to return from holidays with my notice to retire at the end of March 2023. Another two-book deal this past August was only possible because I was no longer working in the lab.
It's still amazing to me that “Go big or go home” moment essentially changed the path of my life. Writing went from a fulfilling hobby, to a potential way to bring in some extra money, to a full career. Make no mistake, it’s a full-time job with overlapping deadlines and an intense publishing schedule – in the 20 months between November 2023 and July 2025, I have six book releases scheduled. The little hobby I indulged in because I was getting bored in the lab has become a major production. That Others May Live, the eighth book in the FBI K-9s series, a book that looks at how a building collapse similar to Champlain Towers South in Surfside, Florida affects the rescuers who are the first to respond, and Echoes of Memory, my
first standalone thriller, in which a San Diego florist suffering from a traumatic brain injury that limits her memories to an hour or less, witnesses a murder, but then can’t fully remember the incident for the police, are just two of my upcoming releases. All my books can be found at Indigo, Amazon, can be ordered through your favourite independent bookshop, or, just as importantly, can be borrowed from your local library (authors love libraries!).
The moral of this story is it’s never too late to follow a dream into the creative arts. Are there potential risks to your finances, previous time commitments, and, especially, your ego? Absolutely. But it doesn’t have to be a leap as big as mine. It could be learning a new skill, like pottery, painting, or an instrument. It could be starting to knit, sew, or do needlework. It could be finally making the time to write the book that’s been spinning in your mind for years. It doesn’t have to look like a new career, but perhaps it could be, from publishing that book, to opening your own Etsy store to sell your art. By opening yourself to the creative possibilities, you open yourself to growth you may have never imagined. You’re never too old to grow in new and interesting ways – it’s how we keep our minds sharp and our lives vital. Maybe it’s time to think about a step into your own creativity.
Submitted by Steve Bendo, School of Business
If you’re looking for some great, family-friendly musical entertainment this holiday season, then look no further!
A Cappella Showcase and Harbourtown Sound choruses are proud to co-present our “Holiday Spectacular” show on Saturday, December 2nd. We have two shows, one at 2:00 pm and one at 7:00 pm, where we’ll feature wonderful holiday music of the season, as well as swing, soft rock, pop, jazz, traditional and inspirational music, all performed in the barbershop style.
You’ll also be treated to a special guest performance by a cappella singer extraordinaire, Tim Waurick. With an incredible five-octave singing range, Tim is a musical force of nature. He is currently the tenor in the award-winning Vocal Spectrum quartet, and is a sought-after coach of men’s and women’s barbershop quartets and choruses worldwide.
Saturday, December 2, 2023
2:00 pm and 7:00 pm
McIntyre Performing Arts Centre
(Mohawk College)
135 Fennel Ave, W, Hamilton |
Formed in 2003, Harbourtown Sound (HTS) is a vibrant men’s a cappella chorus that’s part of the Ontario District of the Barbershop Harmony Society (BHS). HTS has competed at the BHS International Convention on several occasions, and is proud to support local charities in the greater Halton-Hamilton region.
Both A Cappella Showcase and Harbourtown Sound choruses are directed by Jordan Travis.
For more information, or to order tickets, please visit Holiday Spectacular.
You can also check out some of our performances on YouTube.
1. When I Fall in Love (A Cappella Showcase)
2. Let there Be Peace on Earth (Harbourtown Sound)
3. O Come, O Come Emanuel (Tim Waurick)
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