Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Fritz Kreisler and my Red Wool Scarf
Fritz Kreisler - Time Magazine - February 2, 1928 |
A
keepsake from my late aunt came to light in cleaning out an old closet today.
Alas the old Christian Dior winter coat (from my long gone glory days in banking, bought at Barney's NY with part of a real Christmas bonus) had succumbed to moth holes and is a
loss but there in the pocket was tucked away an old plain red wool scarf – no holes
thank God.
My
aunt had been an employee to the late Mrs. Fritz Kreisler as cook, part-time
housekeeper and companion in the Kreisler New York apartment.
After
Fritz Kreisler died, Aunt Mary brought us a bag of some men’s toiletries,
cologne bottle wrapped in a cork label (la dee da) etc. and this old red scarf that Mrs. Kreisler
said that my aunt could dispose of, and that the violin virtuoso had once used
in life. I guess I took the scarf out of that bag of hand me downs and
it has somehow stuck to me through the years.
Today
I found it again. Today I finally looked
up Kreisler’s bio on Wikipedia for the first time. I have memories of the fact that my parent’s
generation took for granted live radio performances of this violin player in the
golden days of radio. His name was a
household item in the day of live connected human entertainment.
No
canned music on the media back then. Some thought the idea of playing a record of a virtuoso in live prime
time radio as something obscene. There is a remark to that effect somewhere in
the movie “The King’s Speech” whereby the establishment thought a recorded
voice of the King giving a canned speech would somehow be considered
fraudulent. Well, the times do change. Whatever.
It
is no wonder why Hitler and his vision of the future failed. With a diaspora of
Jews like Einstein and Freud and not pure Aryan Christianized artists like
Kreisler, it reminds me of the present already failed vision of the German pope
who now wants to caste out all intellectuals, feminists and gays from the RC
church in the next to fail European vision thingy. Oh well.
Enjoy
the art. Forget the politics.