Restoring a Reed Organ - Part 1: The Gift
We usually spend our summer holidays in Orrville, ON at my
parents’ home on Duck Lake. Summer days
are spent sitting next to the water, catching up on reading, and by the
occasional swim, walk, or visit with relatives.
This summer, a new diversion is about to be added; the restoration of a
Mason and Hamlin reed organ. Now, you
may ask, what does the Canadian Churchman know about antique reed organs? Well, I’m learning. However, when I first saw this particular
organ I knew less than next to nothing about them.
I will understand if those of you who know the Churchman
personally are laughing yourselves silly.
I am not the most mechanically inclined individual God put on this
earth. You would be very justified in
asking, “how on earth is he going to manage this?” Well, just because the Churchman has not a
mechanical bone in his body that does not mean that there aren’t such genes
somewhere in the family. So I did the
thing we all do when we find ourselves in over our heads, I called my dad. Yes, the situation demanded it; it was time
to call, “the father of the Father.”
My dad is a remarkable guy. He has built a couple of houses, has built
furniture, can wire a house, take apart and fix small machinery, and all kinds
of other stuff I never know about until I see him doing it. So, as I stood in front of this Mason and
Hamlin reed organ, about which I knew nothing, or even if it could be brought
back into playing condition, I was already formulating a plan. I told them I would take it. When I got home, I called my dad and asked
him about what he thought of it as a summer project. He was game.
So we arranged for a trailer and went to pick it up on July 9th. It is now in his workshop. I will be heading up north this weekend for a
month and we will begin our work on it.
So there we are. A priest with
very mediocre playing skills and his mechanically gifted dad are taking on a
new project. We will keep you posted on
how things progress!
This gem came to my attention during the March break this
year when we visited our dear friends Bill Bartram and Janet Bartram-Thomas, at
Dalighiri, their getaway home near Collingwood, ON. Whenever we get together with Jan and Bill
the days and evenings are filled with music.
Jan and Bill both play the piano, Jan plays the guitar, and they love to
lead evenings of singing. For many years
they have hosted a carol sing at their home in Richmond Hill. During
other times of the year, such as Robbie Burns day, we gather for festive
celebrations and the singing of folk songs.
Jan strongly believes, and I concur, that aside from Sunday mornings, we
have lost sight of the joy of singing in community and celebrating the songs of
our heritage. It had been many years
since I had been to Dalighiri, and so we got a tour of what Jan and Bill had
done with the place since the last visit.
They also showed us two reed organs that had come into their possession
since the death of Bill’s father. Bill’s
dad had acquired them some years ago.
After his death, they had been stored in a barn for a year or two. Bill subsequently
rescued them and brought them to Dalighiri.
Both organs were single manual reed “pump” organs.
Not having much knowledge of reed organs I did not really
know what I was looking at. The larger
of the two still made a sound when pumped, although the bellows droned quite
mournfully underneath my attempt at “Alleluia, Sing to Jesus.” At this point it was just a curiosity and I
made no note of anything about the instrument, other than it was a bit of beast
in terms of size, and that the handle on one side was broken off. Jan asked me if I wanted it. I was mightily tempted, but the size was a
bit foreboding. Bill then told me to
take a look at the other one. It was a
lovely parlour-sized Mason and Hamlin organ, and had a much more elegant
casing. Bill said that he remembered his dad playing it and that it had once
made a lovely, pretty sound. A couple of
stop-knobs were missing and when pumped it made no sound, yet, I knew I wanted
it. Already, in the back of my head, I
was wondering if I could fix it.
The Mason and Hamlin Reed Organ given to me by Jan & Bill |
Next: identifying the
instrument.
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