St. Cecilia’s Musical Academy, Cincinnati, Ohio, March 7, 1904
St. Cecilia’s Musical Academy, Cincinnati, Ohio, March 7, 1904
The music director was nervous.
St. Cecilia’s had won a coup, hiring a composer and music instructor from Saxony. He had not entirely taken to the job when it was offered, but the Archbishop of Cincinnati had heard him play, and was able to offer a very good salary, thanks to a generous parishoner.
So Richard and his wife Elisabeth moved to the United States. He had hoped to build a conservatory in his hometown of Saale, but the archbishopric had made relocating worth his while.
And now his first child was in the process of being born. There were a lot of Jews in the city — he had turned down a woman named Goodman who wanted to do something with her reading — imagine, a woman getting a university education! He hoped that none of the physicians attending on Elisabeth was one.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted. “Sir, you have a son,” the nursing sister who had come into the waiting room unannounced said.
“Is he well?”
“Yes, and so is his mother.”
And on that, Richard Bruno Heydrich left to go about his business.
The music director was nervous.
St. Cecilia’s had won a coup, hiring a composer and music instructor from Saxony. He had not entirely taken to the job when it was offered, but the Archbishop of Cincinnati had heard him play, and was able to offer a very good salary, thanks to a generous parishoner.
So Richard and his wife Elisabeth moved to the United States. He had hoped to build a conservatory in his hometown of Saale, but the archbishopric had made relocating worth his while.
And now his first child was in the process of being born. There were a lot of Jews in the city — he had turned down a woman named Goodman who wanted to do something with her reading — imagine, a woman getting a university education! He hoped that none of the physicians attending on Elisabeth was one.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted. “Sir, you have a son,” the nursing sister who had come into the waiting room unannounced said.
“Is he well?”
“Yes, and so is his mother.”
And on that, Richard Bruno Heydrich left to go about his business.