47 Glencairn Ave
Sept. 27, 1953
We have just been home one month and it seems like last week.
This is Sunday and we have remained in the house all day, but we are not going to waive the wonderful privilege of attending church tonight. The privilege, of course, means to shake hands with Dr Short at the end of the series, thus keeping up the appearance of Sabbatical respectability.
Last night we had a unique experience. We were invited over to Dorothy and Douglas Henderson's to meet Mr and Mrs Roland Hayes and a group of people. Hayes didn't sing but he told us some of his remarkable experiences when he was on a continential (European) tour in 1926, about the time when Nazi-ism was growing so frightfully.
He was scheduled to sing in Berlin and the papers of the city announced that they didn't want him in Germany. People went to hiss him and for 10 minutes he stood at the piano silent while the hisses went through the roof and all the properties of the stage fell down around him by design. He waited till the hisses and boos stopped and then he started to sing one of Schubert's songs in perfect German accent. He went on singing quelling the crowd, conquering them in fact, and when he finished his program people came up and carried him on their shoulders amidst wild acclaim. If you come across him at Brookline ask him to tell the story. It riveted me and your mother.
Ernie Hunter, the minister of Trinity Church, was present last night and we listened in on CFRB to his sermon this morning. He told the story superbly weaving it into his text on the 'necessity of inner spiritual reserves.' There were other stories too that were most dramatic. Hayes is a wonderful fellow.