Word: organ
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tries to prove that Schweitzer is the world's greatest living man. But it does give recognition to a little-known "scholar's scholar." At 30, Albert Schweitzer decided to relinquish his honors as Europe's No. 1 authority on Bach, and as an organist and organ-builder, theologian, philosopher, historian, preacher, teacher and author-to live out his life, and live his faith, in French Equatorial Africa. There, 41 years later, he is still at work...
Mastery without Talent. Albert Schweitzer, an Alsatian, was the son and grandson of schoolteachers and Evangelical ministers. At nine he played the organ in church, later studied in Paris under the great organist Charles Marie Widor. By his teens he had developed a fascination for "mastering subjects for which I had no special talent," and frequently read the clock around...
Jess bought the organ. When Eliza saw him dragging it from the station on a sled, she said: "Thee can have thy wife or thee can have that instrument...
Soon local Quakers sensed something strange in the air-almost as if they heard an organ playing. They also felt somehow "that Friend Birdwell wasn't standing as squarely in the light as he'd done at one time." So one night the Ministry and Oversight Committee paid the Birdwells a friendly call. "But before they could even ease into their questions with some remark upon the weather or how the corn was shaping up-Jess heard it-the faint kind of leathery sigh the organ made when the foot first touched the bellows." Jess knew that...
...market, Jess Birdwell met a gentleman whose card was inscribed: "Professor Waldo Quigley, Traveling Representative, Payson and Clarke. The World's Finest Organs. Also Sheet Music and Song Books." "How many reeds in a Payson and Clarke [organ]?" Jess asked him. "Forty-eight, Brother Birdwell," replied Professor Quigley, "not counting the tuba mirabilis. . . . Those reeds duplicate the human throat. They got timbre," he added ("landing on the French word the way a hen lands on the water"). "How many stops?" asked Jess. "Eight," said the professor. "And that vox humana! . . . You can hear the voice of your lost child...