The adventures of the rolling reed organ

Prologue

My collection of musical instruments is expanding. In Italy, I left a digital organ and an East-Germany piano, bought by my parents during my school years, not mentioning the mandolin inherited from my grandfather and other small instruments. As soon as I moved abroad, 12 years ago, I bought a digital keyboard to practice at home. I also purchased two recorders and a mandolin in these years. Two years ago, after buying another digital organ for my viennese flat, I gave away the keyboard, hoping that it will help a friend to learn playing. Then, I had to think of the house on the mountains. I was looking for an instrument with a keyboard and that could possibly play without requiring electricity. The piano is too loud, too expensive for transportation and very sensitive to temperature and humidity. Then, a young organist met in Vienna suggested to go for a reed organ (Harmonium in German). I was skeptical at the beginning, I had played one in Brussels and I remember some from the time in Italy, but I was not quite impressed and such instruments are out of production since decades. I gave it a try, I learned something about the instrument from him and the internet, and I finally convinced myself that a kind of accordion but as large as a piano could be what I was looking for. I began to search for a second hand instrument on the internet.

The purchase

I checked the second hand market website for Austria for months, but I was not convinced by any of the announcements. Then, I contacted the person selling an Estey, an American reed organ, because I had the feeling that the instrument had been taken care of. I went to check it and it looked in a good condition. Quite big, with a lot of stops, but with a warm and gentle sound. The owner was a very kind educated lady, who was not playing the organ anymore and wished that it was sold to someone able to play it further. Done, I take it.

The transportation

Happy for the decision, I had to find a way to carry the organ to the country side. Many (more or less) professional companies asked quite a lot of money, even more than the price of the instrument, and many friends' car was too small to fit the instrument. Finally, I found a Romanian guy, who offered to help for a reasonable price. It was complicated to fix a day compatible with my, his and the owner's agenda, but we manage it.

current situation

The reed organ was actually heavier than imagined. A couple of friends and the seller were so kind to help me bringing the instrument to the street and loading it on the truck. The journey went fine, but the surprise was waiting at the destination: not only there was a heavy snowstorm, but it had continued for hours, so that the ground and the roads were covered by a thick layer of compacted snow. No way, the truck didn't manage to reach the house. The slope was too steep. We decided to park as close as possible and to carry the reed organ. Making it rolling, although it has wheels, was not possible due to the snow. We tried to lift it, but I'm not strong at all. Almost in despair, I phoned the neighbour crying for help. She sent her husband and son, even though they were just sitting for lunch. God bless them,! Four men managed to take the instrument into the garage, because the steps to the house were completely covered on snow. After carefully drying and cleaning the outer part of the organ, I could briefly check it. The reed organ had survived the adventurous transportation with very minor problems and I could play my favorite choral "Wer nur der lieben Gott läßt walten" full of joy. The day continued with some field work in the area, despite the snow.

The restoration

A couple of weeks after, I had time to check carefully the instrument. I am not able (yet) to perform a real restoration, but I wanted to check all the parts, repairing the wooden pieces that got damaged during the transportation and cleaning the interior of the instrument. Everything went fine. I could find the original label and thank to the young Italian organist I found out that the reed organ was manufactured in the USA in 1912. The instrument is 110 years old!!! It was then imported in Austria and survived two world wars (hopefully, it will not have to experience also a third one...). Unbelievable, despite the adventures, the intonation is still good and all the stops work.

First experiments

Mozart Krapfen for Carnival

After months, the reed organ is still in the garage. It took a while to get rid of the snow from the entrance, then the neighbours got covid, and now my parents are coming. The temperature in the garage (not heated) is similar to that I generally experience in churches, so it shouldn’t damage much the instrument, but staying there too long is not pleasant at all. Anyway, every time I'm home, I offer a kind of concert to the neighbours, playing with the garage door wide open. I've been playing music from Frescobaldi (I know, he composed long before the instrument was even invented) to Franck (more appropriate). Some chorals of Krebs seem written for the instrument. The several stops, the separation between high and low, and the forte with the knee levers allow effects recalling the two manuals of a pipe organ. Of course, I've been playing Bach, too.

The next chapter of the story will be carrying the instrument in the house and starting playing with friends and other instruments. I'll keep the blog updated. Make music, not war!

Adieu, Lavarone!

Questo scritto è dedicato ad un posto ove ho trascorso innumerevoli vacanze, della durata di poche ore o settimane intere: l’altopiano di Lavarone. Prendemmo una casa lì quando ancora non si immaginava potessi espatriare. Nonostante le difficoltà logistiche, mi sono goduta i dintorni anche negli anni all’estero, prendendo l’aereo per Venezia o il treno per Trento (o semplicemente fino al Brennero). Una notevole porzione di viaggio era immancabilmente in auto, data l’inadeguatezza dei mezzi pubblici in Italia, soprattutto arrivando dal paese natio in Veneto. Ciò mi ha dato la possibilità di "inaugurare" la Valdastico-Sud, tratto autostradale aperto qualche anno fa che permette di saltare la sequela di paesini in mezzo alla campagna veneta per raggiungere la A4 a Grisignano. Quella casa è stata venduta, quindi si chiude un’era.

una trincea in Altipiano

Dell’altopiano amavo l’atmosfera, i boschi, i sentieri e soprattutto la storia. Ne ho raccontato qui più di una volta. Era un paradosso per me andare in vacanza in Italia venendo dall’Austria e stare nei territori che appartenevano all’Austria fino al 1918, anzi proprio lungo il fronte. Su queste montagne si è combattuto sia nella prima sia nella seconda guerra mondiale. I sentieri tra i boschi portano a fortificazioni austro-ungariche semidistrutte che raccontano in silenzio di bombardamenti, attese, freddo e nostalgia di casa. Consiglio gli ultimi scritti di Mario Rigoni Stern, anche se originario del lato Veneto dell’Altipiano, per comprendere meglio il rapporto dei locali con questi luoghi. Mi mancheranno le passeggiate sul Monte Rust, al Fore Cherle, a San Sebastiano, sul Becco e sul Cornetto, lungo lo strapiombo sulla Valsugana, etc. fino ai giri sul Vezzena, ove andavo sin da piccola, a far scorta di formaggio. A differenza del Belgio, non mi mancheranno le persone. Pochi i locali conosciuti, a dire la verità, per niente loquaci ed un tantino chiusi, non ho avuto modo di conoscerli veramente. Tra gli alti vacanzieri, tutti del nord-est, a parte poche eccezioni, non regnava uno spirito di accoglienza e fratellanza, per cui personalmente non ho particolari rimpianti di non aver potuto salutare di persona la casa, causa perdurare della pandemia. 

Si chiude un'era, ma se ne apre un'altra. Abbiamo preso una casetta sui "monti" in Austria. Paradossalmente quasi sulle stesse rocce, valutando la cosa da geologa, ma a centinaia di km di distanza dalla precedente, nella terra di Cecco Beppe, la cui impronta si vede ad ogni passo. Fatto non del tutto negativo, perché in questo caso la ferrovia passa vicino alla casa e si può raggiungere facilmente il paese con i mezzi pubblici sia da Vienna sia dall'Italia. Al posto delle rovine dei forti militari, qui si incontrano (non poi così vecchie) miniere dismesse e cappelle barocche. Segni di pace. La casa è storica e grande, implica parecchio lavoro, specialmente all'inizio, ma l'aria è buona ed i vicini cordiali e disponibili, nonostante l'iniziale diffidenza verso lo "straniero". Beh, gli Italiani, specialmente del nord, non sono proprio considerati stranieri. Ma questa è un'altra storia e non mancheranno le occasioni di raccontare su queste pagine le nuove esperienze e l'esplorazione progressiva del posto.

Quarantine: What I liked and what I didn't.

The pandemic is not over, yet. However, Austria is back to work, slowly, between resilience, anger, and worry. Three months ago, we were recommended to stay home, going out only for essential needs, whereas most of the commercial and cultural activities were closed. My employer was kind enough to allow working from home. For 7 weeks, I watched the world from either my windows or the screen of my laptop. Was it a completely negative experience? Did I learn something? Here it is, the list of the 5 things I liked of this time and the 5 I hated. As reminder, in case we have to experience another lockdown, soon or later.

"Staying home", when you can take the house with you.

The top 5 things I liked:

1. Working from home. It is called "home office" in Austria, "teletravail" in the French-speaking part of Belgium. I wouldn't do it every day, but I'd like the opportunity to work from home some days of the month, when I have to write a proposal or a paper and I really need a quiet environment. I missed my colleagues, the lab tools, and the creative interaction of the office, but sometimes, I need to work in a "monastery".

2. Dress code. I'm Italian, I cannot dress bad. This causes me a lot of stress. Every morning, I have to decide what to wear. I dream of uniforms, because I'd have no choice. Staying home, I didn't have to change outfit every day. I was dressing like I was going out (i.e., not wearing the pajama during the day), but without paying too much attention to colors, fabric, etc.

3. Cooking. Time for experimenting, eating healthy, without having to improvise at the last minute. I didn't bake bread or cookies, like many others, but I dedicated more time to prepare healthy and tasty recipes, although with a few ingredients.

4. Regularly playing music. Generally, I am too tired, when I come home, or it is too late to play organ, mandolin, recorder, or singing. In this time at home, I spared the commuting time, using it to practice.

5. Virtual conferences. All the international conferences in cool places I planned to attend were postponed or transformed into virtual events. Even though a virtual conference is not s effective and enjoyable as a real one, I liked the opportunity to attend for affordable prices high-quality international meeting, without having to stay in a hotel or flying 12 hours (although I miss travelling a lot, mostly by train). In this category, I'd include the virtual masses, too. I still prefer going to the church, but in this period, I could attend masses celebrated by good priests that I could have not heard otherwise.

He hates staying home, but luckily, my parents have a garden.

The top 5 things I hated.

1. Making the dishes. This is something I hate in normal time. Eating at home and cooking elaborate recipes imply getting so many plates and tools dirty. I have a dishwasher, but I use it twice a year. It takes too long and is not worth for a person alone.

2. The dust. Vacuum cleaning is OK, but how is it possible that every day so much dust piles up in my flat? When I go to work, I do the cleaning on the weekend. During the week, I've never noticed dust so much as staying at home. I was cleaning every day.

3. Neighbors. Especially those with kids. When I tried to focus on something or when I wanted to enjoy the sun from the window, they were loudly playing. When I wanted to play music or talking with friends by phone, they started knocking on the wall or on the door, probably because the child just fell asleep. Not mentioning those neighbors watering their plants on the roof terrace at 5:30 am, causing a waterfall on my window.

4. Eating alone. Even though I like the monastery life, I like to share the time at the table. A temporary solution was introducing the virtual lunch with my parents, also to overcome the impossibility to travel to Italy.

5. Friends moaning about everything. It was difficult for everybody, I understand that having also the kids at home makes life much more difficult, but you wanted to have children, you always complain that you haven't enough time to spend with them, why are you complaining also now? Not mentioning the friends moaning for having to stay home and verbally attacking those, who went out (even where it was permitted, like in Vienna). Then those complaining about the weather ("it rains and I cannot go out", "it is sunny and I cannot go out"). I mean, we were all in the same situation, let's share feelings rather than complaints.

What did I learn? The next time, is it ever happens again, I will start earlier with the virtual social events. I realized that I became somehow misanthropic, but I always disliked hugging people. However, I might try to communicate with my neighbors, trying to find an agreement rather than hating each other. Finally, I should seriously consider the idea of adopting two cats.