On January
25, 2014 the American violinist Maud Powell was posthumously granted a Lifetime
Achievement Award at the Grammys, during the Recording Academy’s 2014 Special
Merit Awards Ceremony and Nominees Reception.
The award was accepted on behalf of Powell by violinist Rachel Barton
Pine, who recorded a tribute album of Powell’s work in 2007. Powell is widely regarded as one of the
greatest female violinists in history, and was also the first American
violinist to achieve international rank.
Powell was
a close friend of Frances Glessner and visited the Glessner home on Prairie
Avenue many times during her trips to Chicago to concertize and perform with the
Chicago Symphony Orchestra. The museum
is fortunate to have a number of letters in its archives from Maud Powell to
Frances Glessner, in addition to a signed photograph (shown above), which is
inscribed, “To one of the dearest and best ladies in the land, with fond
affection, Maud Powell.”
Maud
Powell was born in Peru, Illinois on August 22, 1867. She began the study of the violin about 1874,
taking lessons in Aurora, Illinois.
Within a couple of years she was recognized as a child prodigy and
started taking lessons with William Lewis in Chicago. At the age of 13, her parents sold their home
to finance her musical studies, and she travelled to Europe with her mother to
study with Joseph Joachim at the Berlin Hochschule, Henry Schradieck at the
Leipzig Conservatoire, and Charles Dancla at the Paris Conservatoire.
Her
official debut took place in 1885, when she performed Bruch’s G minor concerto
with the Berlin Philharmonic under Joachim’s baton. Her American debut was with the New York
Philharmonic under Theodore Thomas, marking the beginning of a long and
fruitful partnership with Thomas and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.
Powell was
the first American violinist – man or woman – to change the opinions of
Europeans, who, at the time, tended to scoff at classical music in
America. She concertized extensively
throughout her career on stages across the United States and Europe. She also introduced solo violin recordings
with the Victor Talking Machine Company on their Red Seal label, all of which
have been digitally remastered and were rereleased in 2009.
She met
her future husband and manager, H. Godfrey Turner, in London during the winter
of 1902-1903. At the time, Turner was serving
as manager of the British syndicate which guaranteed the band of John Philip
Sousa, and in that role, he extended an offer to Powell to play with Sousa’s
band. They married in 1904.
On
November 27, 1919 she suffered a heart attack on stage while performing in St.
Louis, Missouri; she died from another heart attack on January 8, 1920 while on
tour in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. She was
just 52 years old.
Journal
entries by Frances Glessner and surviving letters indicate that the two became
acquainted in 1907, when Powell was in Chicago playing with the Orchestra. Frances Glessner wrote on January 24, 1907, “I
went to the orchestra rehearsal . . . Maud Powell played. After rehearsal was over, she came down with
Mr. Wessels and I had a pleasant talk with her.
We walked down to her hotel together.”
The next day,
Frances Glessner received a letter from Maud Powell, which reads, in part:
“I can’t
quite tell you how touched I was that you have sent me those beautiful, beautiful
roses! They are the most exquisite
things in the world. I wonder if you saw
them and know how ravishingly lovely they are?
They are filling the gap that comes in the awful reaction after an
exciting performance and it WAS exciting today.
I tried so hard to induce Mr. Stock to have the orchestra rise to share
the applause – but he was obdurate. I
felt that it was awful to stand there and to take all of it myself after their
wonderful work. I shall be here Sat.
and Sun. the 2nd & 3rd of Feb. unless plans are
changed. Should I leave St. Paul earlier
I might (visit) you – for I should love to see you again if possible. With a thousand thanks for filling my room
with beauty and my heart with warmth, believe me, yours sincerely, Maud Powell.”
Another
letter, written in February 1908, reads in part:
“En Route –
Pennsylvania Lines – Pullman Vestibuled Train – Monday:
Dear Mrs.
Glessner,
It is
extraordinary, but I feel as though I had always known you and as if our ideas
about essential things of life and conduct would walk hand in hand, and when
you called me “Maud” – I loved it. You
radiate womanliness and have so many qualities of mind and temperament that I
am so woefully lacking in, but love to feel the influence of! It was very sweet of you to give me such a
delightful opportunity of meeting the artistically elite – and in Chicago the
artistically elite are so RIGHT personally.
Isn’t it so? It was a lovely
evening?”
By 1909,
she is signing her letters simply “Maud” such as this example from November
1909 where she thanks Frances Glessner for making a chain for her:
“My dear
Mrs. Glessner,
I keep
hugging myself with pleasure YOU not being near to receive my ebullitions of
delight – over the beautiful chain. Why
I should be so honored I hardly know, but certainly no one else could
appreciate the lovely gift more than this erratic fiddler. I am so proud that a woman made it – and proud
that you wanted to give it to me. What I
love in you so much is the beautiful enthusiasm that keeps you interested in
right things – the simple things of life – in spite of worldly riches. How few people know how to live – and how
seldom riches help them to know – isn’t it so?
My love to you and a heartful of thanks – thanks to the fates, too, for
letting me know you.”
Frances
Glessner was quite ill for an extended period, and Maud Powell was unable to
see her when visiting Chicago in 1911.
She wrote in part:
“Thank you
for your sweet letter received many weeks ago.
How are you now, dear? I tried to
see you in Chicago, when they told me of your illness – and since then I have
had news of you from different mutual friends . . . Take care of your dear self
– what I mean is: as you convalesce, don’t get busy being nice and kind to
everyone and doing too much. Don’t let
your heart go beyond your strength. I
send you my love, and hope next winter will find you in Chicago feeling QUITE
your old self.”
A
particularly amusing letter was sent in 1912 after Frances Glessner wrote
inquiring about Maud Powell’s condition following an automobile accident:
“It was
very good of you to write. The accident
occurred a month ago. It was not nearly
as bad as it might have been, nor was it as bad as it seemed at first. I was badly cut up, as my head went through
the windshield, but my eyes were not hurt, and I shall carry only one small
scar, and that, the Doctor promises will go down in a year. Mr. Turner was not hurt at all, thank
goodness, and the little machine came out of the repair shop, better than
ever. I was to blame for the
whole thing. A case of too much artistic
temperament! A wonderful butterfly flew
in and fell on his back. I tried to save
him, but the draught caught him a second time, and he blew against the
pedals. Mr. Turner’s attention was taken
for a second from the wheel, and of course, in that second, bang! we ran off
the road and tried to root up the stump of a tree! And if that tree had not been there, we
should have been down in the ravine, - and in eternity, probably. However it was a good lesson for us, and we
are more careful than ever, now.”
Powell
ends the letter with a postscript apologizing for typing the letter (which at
the time was not considered appropriate for personal correspondence):
“I almost
forgot to apologise for writing with the machine! But I know you will forgive me, when you realize
how it saves my bow arm. And it is
easier to read!”
Letters
continue until 1917, when Frances Glessner stopped writing her journal. There are frequent mentions of visits,
dinners at the Glessner house, and of Maud Powell sitting in the Glessners’ box
at Orchestra Hall during concerts. It
must have been a hard blow for Frances Glessner to lose her dear and talented friend
at such a young age especially considered Maud Powell was only four years older
than the Glessners’ son George. But the
warm and affectionate friendship they shared for more than a decade provided
many happy memories that Frances Glessner carried with her for the remainder of
her life.