In Memoriam: Anne McLeod Koletzke

December 20, 1944–September 8, 2019

On Sunday morning, September 8, Beth Bagnold wrote that Peter Koletzke had asked her to share his message with the Nik/Lou family. Such sad news, but for anyone who was in contact with her, this was a battle of several years.

Anne’s Dear Ones,

Anne passed away this morning at 4:05 Pacific time. Although her decline was very rapid at the end, she remained comfortable, and the moment was very quiet and peaceful for both of us. The hospice program fulfilled its goal of as much Comfort and Dignity as possible, and they honored Anne’s wishes for increased medication levels. She was at peace with her condition, had no regrets about the path, and clearly declared an end to the battle. . . . .

Much Love, Peter


P.S. For those so inclined, the following (rather famous) poem has provided me with some solace lately. I played the audio of the poet reading it (link at the bottom of that page) to Anne a couple of days ago: www.unity.org/resources/articles/i-am-there.


See the published obituary for Anne here: Anne McLeod Koletzke, 1944–2019


Tributes and Remembrances

Many tributes to Anne from the dance world have been posted on Facebook and other sources, and they have been reproduced below. Additional tributes from outside the dance world are also welcome. To contribute your remembrance or tribute, please send them directly to jim@nytts.org. Posts from outside the dance world are here.



Selected Photos from the Murray Louis Dance Company

Many thanks to Nikolais/Louis alumni who have contributed these images:
Janis Brenner, Marcia Wardell Kelly, Peter Koletzke, Helen Kent Nicoll, and Joe Zina


Proximities (1969)
Helen Kent, Murray Louis, Anne McLeod, Les Ditson, Marcia Wardell, and Michael Ballard




Personnae (1971)
Left photo: Les Ditson, Murray Louis, Anne McLeod, and Michael Ballard; Right photo: Les, Michael, Anne, Murray




Hoopla (1972)
Anne McLeod, Michael Ballard, and Marcia Wardell




Index to Necessary Neurosis (1973)
Michael Ballard, Anne McLeod, Richard Haisma, Helen Kent, Marcia Wardell, and Robert Small



The Murray Louis Dance Company in Resdence
in the Minneapolis–St. Pauls schools in May 1973


In the 1970s, the Murray Louis Dance Company particpated in the National Endowment’s “Artists in
Schools Program,” touring the country teaching classes, presenting lecture demonstrations, and
performing concerts. The residencies were from 2½ days to a week or more and were typically funded
by the state arts council, the local public schools, and the National Endowment for the Arts.


Anne McLeod and Robert Small

Michael Ballard and Marcia Wardell
     
Robert Small improvises with school child.

Photos above from Minneapolis Tribune news clipping
Photos by staff photographers Kent Kobersteen, Mike Zerby, and John Croft

More snapshots of company improvisations
Photos by Dr. Daniel Wiener







Porcelain Diaglogues (1974)
Standing: Robert Small, Richard Haisma, and Helen Kent;
Front: Anne McLeod, Michael Ballard, and Marcia Wardell




Geometrics (1974)
Michael Ballard & Betsy Fisher, Rob McWilliams & Anne McLeod,
Dan Shapiro & Janis Brenner, Don Prosch & Joanie Smith




Cleopatra (1976)
Robert Small and Anne McLeod




Glances (1976, TV film)
Michael Ballard, Bill Holahan, Helen Kent, Dianne Markham,
Anne McLeod, Jerry Pearson, Sara Pearson, and Robert Small
Music by Dave Brubeck




Schubert (1977)
Anne McLeod and Michael Ballard




The Canarsie Venus (1978)
Rudolf Nureyev and Anne McLeod




The Canarsie Venus (1978)
Rudolf Nureyev and Anne McLeod




The Canarsie Venus (1978)
Anne McLeod, with Luise Wykell (left)



The Canarsie Venus (1978)
Anne McLeod, with Luise Wykell (left)




The Canarsie Venus (1978)
Anne McLeod, with Luise Wykell (left)




A Stravinsky Montage (1982)
Anne McLeod




A Stravinsky Montage (1982)
Rob McWilliams, Joanie Smith, Anne McLeod, and Danial Shapiro




Anne and Peter on the road before an outdoor performance in Arles, France, 1981




Remembrances and tributes posted by dance colleagues to Facebook and other sources

Dianne Markham:  With great sadness I read this. Much love to you and I see her spirit soar. I have many memories and some great stories about her. Loved her very much and the kindness she shared. Do remember those first few days of realizing she loves Peter!! Great moments.

Lance Rosenthal:  Aw, Annie was the kindest person aside from Peter that I knew. May her memory be for a blessing.

Janis Brenner:  I was just in touch w her last month...she never let on that she had gotten much worse, which of course was so like her. Selfless, enlightened, gracious, graceful, kind, beautiful... and to Peter... Mitchell and I send our deep, deep condolences and thoughts of love to you.

Kelly Roth:  Peter — I had no idea. I am so sorry for your loss. Anne was always such a nice person- so talented yet free of affectation- a wonderful example and so generous. No wonder you two fit so well together- you share those qualities. Much love and prayers for you and Anne at this time of temporary separation.

Sara Pearson:  Oh oh my heart. I can’t fathom this world without Anne! I had no idea she was ill, or on her way out of this world. Oh oh oh. I think of her and Peter so often in so many ways. I wish we could all gather together right now and again and again in the s…See More

Janis Brenner:  Dear Sara — Anne had been ill for a very long time... will try to call you, maybe tomorrow when it may be easier to talk without breaking down.... love you.

Carol Blanco:  Oh Peter, I am so so sorry to hear this. My thoughts and best wishes are with you.

Lynn Lesniak Needle:  Peter — I send my deepest and heartfelt condolences to you. Both you and Anne were such role models of dignity and grace as well as generosity of kindness and warm spirits whenever I interacted with you as a young Nikolais dancer. Anne was so, so beautiful as a woman,a dancer, a beautiful soul. I am so sorry for your loss. I will always remember her inner and outer beauty, kindness, maturity, artistry and her uniqueness. My deepest sympathies.

Robert McWilliams:  Oh my God! I'm so sorry to hear this. Annie had such inner beauty, and yet such command, as a dancer and as a person. I feel like I've just lost another piece of myself. I mean, she was the one who put laundry soap in my cubby and called me “stinky,” until I stopped being like that. She was part of what it meant to be a pro, to me, like Michael Ballard was, but in a different way. I am so very sorry for all of those near and dear to her, and also very sorry to hear that she had been very ill. Sending love into the skies... Anne, your spirit lives in my memory!

Carlo Pellegrini:  Peter, This news comes to all of us as a surprise. Though I have not seen you both for many years I have to most cherished memories of you in the workshop and Annie walking by with love eyes. Many have said it here before me, but her inner beauty radiated exquisitely. Heartfelt condolences to you and yours. Annie will always be remembered in the most respectful and gracious of lights. Many blessings to you and all. Carlo

Michael Blanco:  Lisbeth Bagnold — thank you for passing along Peter’s message, tho’ very sad. Please send our deepest condolences and sympathy.

Tony Micocci:  Peter, I'm so sad to hear of this. Such wonderful memories of Anne and of touring with you both. My heart is with you old friend.

Betsy Fisher:  I am stunned at this news and so full of love for Anne, Peter, and our tribe. I want to hug you all. Anne, our beautiful rose. How well you lived—how much love you spread.

Dale Thompson:  Dear Peter, I am so sorry to hear this news. As well as being a beautiful dancer, Annie was a lovely person, consistent, funny and warm. Both of you connect to my many memories of the Nikolais Louis Dance Lab. Annie once taught us a yoga class that I really did not 'get' until about 15 years later, when I started to do yoga regularly in London. I still do it and I shall think of her in my practice. I am moved by the poem you have posted and send you love and energy. Dale Thompson xo

Marcia Wardell Kelly:  I am so very thankful to have spent a little time with her at dinner after Murray’s memorial at the Playhouse. It had been years since we had seen each other. I also remember her returning to rehearsals after traveling to India with her mother to see Sai Baba. She was radiant. She tread softly in this world. I admired her greatly. She had “class” as Murray would say. I believe she danced in Katherine Dunham’s company for a time. Helen, do you remember when?

Helen Kent Nicoll:  Marcia Wardell Kelly: I think when she was a late teenager or early twenties she danced in Dunham’s Co. touring Europe and having a blast.

Sara Pearson:  Helen Kent Nicoll: wow! Had no idea.

Susan Penelope Lloyd:  Sending love and prayers. Peter, I am so sorry for your loss.

Helen Kent Nicoll:  Ironic to be in an airport right now as that was when I wished I had Anne’s ability to crawl into a book and close out the world around her. She did introduce me to Lawrence Durrell who’s Alexandria Quartet got me through an entire tour. My heart goes out to you, Peter and I feel such sadness. Anne was an original...a gentle spirit whose love of all creatures and a searching open heart made her a rarity in this world. I ache and weep.

Gale Ormiston:  My condolences to you, Peter. I hear her laughter every time I hear a pun. I still will...

Jim Van Abbema:  I toured with Anne with Murray's company several years. She was such a lovely person in so many respects. I think we all loved her. I had no idea she had been ill. I can't begin to imagine the loss Peter feels. Our thoughts are with you, Peter.

Doris Caravaglia:  We all share with you, dear Peter, the loss of such a beautiful and very special person as Anne always was. She was indeed an example of a good life that she used to make us all feel that we mattered and were loved! What a memory to leave behind! And such a beautiful dancer! Your love for each other will give you strength! Gone but never forgotten?

Dudley Brooks:  I remember Anne as a beautiful dancer and a lovely person. My deepest sympathy and condolences to Peter and to his and Anne's family and friends.

Jerry Pearson:  So sad to hear of Anne’s passing. I didn’t know she was ill. I have such loving memories of dancing and touring with her. She was beautiful in every way.

Joan J Woodbury:  What a wonderful, and remarkable creature has left this world. My sadness cannot overshadow the great gifts the wonderful joy she brought to my life.

Jim Teeters:  All of these messages are compelling testaments to Annie’s legacy with those that knew her.

Betsy Fisher:  It goes without saying that these are troubled times in our country and in our world. In these times, and all times, we have Anne with us, deep within us, with her steady, profound love for all creatures of hoof, paw, flipper, and even opposable thumbs. In Hawai'i, Hokulea is the North Star. The earliest Polynesian navigators made their ways through the great Pacific using Hokulea to guide them. Anne is my Hokulea. When I feel lost, I turn to Anne’s presence, there within me. She is a moral compass that steadily points me towards my true north. The map is more clear, its pathways more evident. Anne is a connecting agent from out to in and back again. The truest nature of our beings is love—love that finds expres­sion in humanity, forgiveness, humor, nurturing, and art. This is Anne’s legacy, this is the gauntlet she throws down, and Anne, we are here. We joyously accept the challenge and move forward, each towards true north. You help to point the way. We will carry on. My heart is full of gratitude.



Further comments in response to Joe Zina’s posting of the above Porcelain Dialogues and Index photos:

Joe Zina:  For Anne and Peter Koletske [photos]. How I will always remember her dancing.

Dianne Markham:  Index. One of the best. Remember watching her dance the Index duet, which was so amazing. Also she learned all of Murray’s solos in Index.

Janis Brenner:  And she performed them all, after Robert (and you and Sara) left.

Janis Brenner:  My heart is breaking, Joe.

Sara Pearson:  Oh my heart. How many times I watched every performance from the audience, then from the wings, then onstage. Every day for years and years together. Never a cross word. Never wishing another ill. Always supportive, open, honest, easy, with a great sense of humor. An apple and peanut butter for lunch.

Betsy Fisher:  A beautiful soul.

Robert McWilliams:  Sara Pearson: nicely put. She was all about kindness and healthy food in addition to being naturally spectacular.

Dale Thompson: Stunning woman...xo

Marcia Wardell Kelly:  I am so very thankful to have spent a little time with her at dinner after Murray’s memorial at the Playhouse. It had been years since we had seen each other. I also remember her returning to rehearsals after traveling to India with her mother to see Sai Baba. She was radiant. She tread softly in this world. I admired her greatly. She had “class” as Murray would say. I believe she danced in Katherine Dunham’s company for a time. Helen, do you remember when?

Jim Van Abbema:  Thanks so much for posting these, Joe (several I did not have). They bring back so many memories.

Kim Gibilisco:  God bless her. She was a stunning artist and inspiration to so many of us.

Stephanie Scopelitis:  Beautiful performer. I remember seeing her perform when I was young. God Bless



Additional dance world tributes and condolences received from outside Facebook:

Susie Creitz:  Janis just notified me about Annie. She was a gem and one of the best of the best...

Lynn Levine Rico:  Dearest Peter, Alfredo and I send our love and deepest condolences to you. Anne had a special grace as a dancer and in life...spiritual, kindhearted, calm, wise, witty, compassionate. She was a voice of reason on all occasions, usually expressed with a pun or witty quip. I am grateful to have shared time with her at the Dance Lab and in the companies. She was much loved and is deeply mourned.

Berh Bagnold:  The words held in my heart have fallen inward, as my heart is now broken… I can't find the way to express the joy of what we shared and our love for each other past my sadness, grief and unfathomable sense of loss — my dearest friend, my sister, my heart-soul connection. So, here from David Whyte is and excerpted version of his “Heartbreak”. Goodbye for now, dear Anne. Until we meet again, my love is with you always, Beth
“Heartbreak is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control, of holding in our affections those who inevitably move beyond our line of sight. . . .”

“Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot, in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day; heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average life. Heartbreak is an indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life's work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better more generous self. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is just as much an essence and emblem of care as the spiritual athlete's quick but abstract ability to let go. Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going.”

“. . . heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.”

“. . . Heartbreak asks us not to look for an alternative path, because there is no alternative path. It is a deeper introduction to what we love and have loved, an inescapable and often beautiful question, something or some­one who has been with us all along, asking us to be ready to let go of the way we are holding everything and everyone that comes our way, and preparation perhaps, for the last letting go of all.”
—from Facebook     

“HEARTBREAK” In Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words © David Whyte and Many Rivers Press, 2017

Suzy McDermaid Fridell (Sept. 26, 2019):  Dear Peter, So sorry for this late note; as I am not on Facebook, your sad news traveled a bit slower to me.
    Memories of Anne come flooding in. Starting with our UCLA days. Even early in her dance career she was a stunning artist. I was thrilled to watch her combine her love of Emily Dickinson’s poetry and her dance in her Master’s choreo­graphic project and performance. Watching her refine her gifts in dance and performing with Murray was always an inspiration (not to mention feeling a little envious of her gorgeous long limbs and ethereal movements!). The photos on the Bearnstow site are so exemplary of her unique presence. I will always remember peeking through The Lab studio door that separated our companies during rehearsals. Watching Anne dance so lyrically was such joy. She exuded passion, precision, professional­ism and deep focus. What an artist!
    And yet she had so many other talents and passions. Many I never knew until reading about them. How wonderful that she was able to take care of aging thoroughbred horses as she was taking care of herself. What an angel. We will miss and remember her gutsy laugh, sense of humor, and “twinkle in the eye” spirit. I am glad I had the opportunity to be a dancer in New York, in the “heyday” of Modern Dance, alongside Anne.
    I send my heartfelt condolences to you and hope the mountains of memories you have will help carry you along during this difficult time.
Fondly, Suzy McDermaid Fridell



Photos of Anne and her beloved horses


Anne with “Taffy” in Carbondale, Illinois, 1959




Anne at a farm in Door County, Wisconsin in the 1980s




Anne with “Nopie” at the Glen Ellen Vocational Academy Farm in Glen Ellen, California, 2009



Anne as Editor of the Edgewood Preserve Newsletter, Redwood City, CA (2008)


Additional comments from Facebook on Anne’s love of horses, and responding to
another obituary (in The Southern Illinoisan), posted by Marcia Wardell Kelly.

Dianne Markham;  Thank you for sending this. I help out at a horse rescue barn and will donate in her honor.

Robert McWilliams:  Beautiful posts, both! Oh my... Annie. After so long, the beauty of her spirit: indelible.

Tandy Beal:  oh my... so much beauty... so much goodness... this mystery... this moment... this wonderment of it all, both the dying and the being born at all... so much tenderness for you Peter... may you navigate it all with some serenity... sending love and more love.

James Murphy:  So sorry to hear about Anne. I can understand her strong connection to horses. Here is an inspiring video: Rescue of 200 horses by 7 women in 2006 (Netherlands)



A Slide Show of Early Snapshots:




Remembrances and tributes from outside the dance world

Alicia Hart Ekrem, Sebastopol, CA:  A life well lived. I only met Anne a couple of times. She was a close friend of my mother's for many years. My mother talked of her often; she was a remarkable woman. My deepest sympathy to those close to her and her beloved animals who will miss her.

Donna Evans Anderson:  I have never known anyone with such passion and dedicated support for what she believed in AND a great sense of humor to keep life from getting unbearably serious. What a gifted, inspirational & beautiful blessing Anne has been.

Douglas Scherer:  I am a friend of Anne and Peter’s from the NYC IT world. I see the many remembrances [above] from the dance world. While I knew she was a seamstress when she and Peter traveled together, I don’t think I’d understood the depth and expertise of her dancing. Watching the clip of Glances was such a wonderfully fun moment. I think it really shows the joyous spark she brought to this world.
     When I received the note from Peter, I sent him this short memory: Hi Peter, So, so sorry to hear this news. Anne was such a lovely person—proven in word and in action. I remember vividly and fondly our couple of times chatting over pizza, visiting you in Palo Alto, and talking with her on the phone. I still have the photo of the three of us sitting on the lawn outside the SF conference center. Sending lots of love.

Char Zoeckler-Gagon:  Annie and I grew up together. We went to the same school as teenagers. I knew her cats and her horse, Taffy. My older brother, who had just learned to drive, almost took Anne to Homecoming one year, but ran into a telephone pole on the way to pick her up. I spent hours in their home, practicing my punning skills, playing bridge with Anne and Doc McLeod and Charlotte. I knew how hard it was for Anne to leave Taffy when she went off to college and her study of dance, somewhat assuaged by her mother’s wise observation that it was possible to love something—and let it go.
     Our fathers were both in the theatre department at SIU, so when Dr. McLeod got a Fulbright to teach in Madras (Chennai) when Anne and I were teenagers, I was invited to go along for the year, a year that changed our lives. We were the only two non-Indians attending Ethiraj college, getting on the bus every afternoon after classes to go to the Madras Music Academy, where we had fascinating lessons in Bharata-Natyam: much more challenging for me than for Anne to spend an entire hour in second position plie, slapping our feet on a concrete floor.
     When people say that she was a deeply kind person, I can not only agree but add that her father was also a wonderfully talented, artistic and kind person. Perhaps he passed those traits along. Anne had a rare combination of gentleness, humor and lack of pretense, mixed with an impressive courage and self-discipline—and of course, talent, amazing talent. She was also, thanks to her Jane Austen–loving mom, the only person I ever knew who used classically proper English, as in I shall… instead of I will… Did you notice?
     My thoughts are with you, Peter. We all share the difficult, so very difficult realization that someone wonderful and unique is gone from our world and try hard not to wonder why too much. For me, the memories of our young lives remain. Despite Charlotte’s observation, I am sure I will not be able, ever, to let them go.


Anne’s Memorial Gathering at Doris and Tom Caravaglia’s Loft
on Friday, December 20, 2019

Beth Bagnold writes:

For those of you who were able to attend the gathering on Friday to remember Anne, below is the poem I read (“Blessing for the Longest Night”) as some of you asked to receive it. It was such a moving evening with so many wonderful stories and kind and heart-ful thoughts.

We missed those of you who were not able to be there, and I’m hoping that you will greet the New Year with Peace and Kindness. Anne will remain with us always.

Much love to you all,
Beth

Right: Snapshots from the Gathering
by Joe Zina


Blessing for the Longest Night
© Jan Richardson

All throughout these months
as the shadows
have lengthened,
this blessing has been
gathering itself,
making ready,
preparing for
this night.

It has practiced
walking in the dark,
traveling with
its eyes closed,
feeling its way
by memory
by touch
by the pull of the moon
even as it wanes.

So believe me
when I tell you
this blessing will
reach you
even if you
have not light enough
to read it;
it will find you
even though you cannot
see it coming.

You will know
the moment of its
arriving
by your release
of the breath
you have held
so long;

a loosening
of the clenching
in your hands,
of the clutch
around your heart;
a thinning
of the darkness
that had drawn itself
around you.

This blessing
does not mean
to take the night away
but it knows
its hidden roads,
knows the resting spots
along the path,
knows what it means
to travel
in the company
of a friend.

So when
this blessing comes,
take its hand.
Get up.
Set out on the road
you cannot see.

This is the night
when you can trust
that any direction
you go,
you will be walking
toward the dawn.







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