Kennard Reynolds RIP

Written By: Talk of the Sound News

Kennard to me was like always
meeting a native American spirit.
He had an abundance of natural talents and people skills.
Kennard even now, if you knew him,
can blow his bugle like in the old days… in our minds… with his own unforgettable Canadian Sunset
even for this tender hour.
He reached into our lives in old-school, New Rochelle.
He was not a principal, teacher or counselor but a steward at our New Rochelle High School and a Henry David Thoreau-type at our lakes.
The steward was a school building cleaner and a friend to generations of students and the poetic spirit found his peace in nature –escaping the mundane.
Kennard especially in retirement could be found at Bergholtz and the great lakes of
New York State because they were like his friends and like the poet he fished,
whittled marvels from natural woods and even cleaned up the woods behind
others less enamored by their importance.
I can see him now completely free, with a bugle and that unforgettable smile.
I can hear him now…
Blowing an immaculate horn at his own Sunset.
He has a stylish and sterling sound,
Its Old School and
“Remington Boy’s Club Drum & Bugle Corps” Canadian,
he is in march before my Lord,
he sounds fantastic and his music rings of New Rochelle.