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1931 – 12 December

   Posted by: admin   in 1931, Conditions in Berlin, Rose Meri

Dear, dear Mr. Lippincott,

Your dear letter dated Nov. 25th is before me—you were so kind and good to enclose 15 dollars for me! again 15$! You dear, kind, good hearted soul! I really don’t know how I shall ever be able to make this good. I wrote November 26 a pretty long letter regarding the coin—and I am afraid I made a great blunder. I firstly composed the letter, and then copied it. Of course I sent you the copy and in doing so I am afraid I tore up a sheet which ought to have been sent to you. Is that so? Was there a page missing in my last letter? If so, please be good enough to return the letter if you still have the same because all I have to tell about the coin is real interesting.

My pupil Mrs. Fasenmeyer has been here 3 months. She only wanted to remain that length of time; her father came to convince himself of her progress, was perfectly delighted and decided that she should remain another month, but of course I had to make a small reduction with the salary. I say never mind—it is a wonderful help that she remains another month, may be then somebody else will come. Something will occur—because a pupil of mine Miss Rose Meri sang last week here in Berlin at the Bühnen Club with wonderful success—in fact, I never read such press notices from a beginner. She was quite a sensation. I must try and get a duplicate notice and send it to you, although in German. Do be kind and have somebody translate it for you—it is really worth while.

What do you think of our conditions here in Germany? Is it not frightful? Thank heaven they have overpowered that crank Hitler!!! and since three days prices have been reduced considerably. The cold has set in quite vigorously. It is astonishing, yes wonderful, the immense amount of charity and good which is practiced, rather carried out daily, hourly for the unfortunate unemployed! But as there are millions of unemployed, not enough can be done! I do hope ere I close my eyes for good, to leave friends and acquaintances fairly situated! That is all I pray for! For normal times, as they were before the war, will never return, alas!

Please give Miss Dunbar my kind regards. As these lines will reach you about Xmas or New Years time, allow me to wish you a very merry Xmas and an exceedingly happy new year! May all your heart’s desires be fulfilled. Thanking you once more with all my heart for your wonderful help, for your wonderful kindness, believe me your very grateful, sincere

Corelli

Do please write soon.

My very dear friend Mr. Lippincott,

Most gratefully do I acknowledge your dear letter dated March 1st. The letter arrived here Saturday March 11th, wonderfully quick! and once again I have to thank you sincerely and with all my heart for the enclosed 15$. You say you did not receive an acknowledgement for the last 15$ you so generously sent me? As I keep a list of all letters that I send away, I can say it positively that I wrote February 21st and thanked you, oh so many times, for the 15$ you kindly enclosed. I also sent a registered letter January 1st returning the Morocco story. I hope you have received it.  Not hearing from you for one month, I thought surely that you have moved to New York with your firm, as I understood you to say that the gentleman who owned the business was moving to New York, that therefore you have lots to do, to finish your work, or your accounts.

Ere I continue, let me say may God bless you for your great great kindness and repay you a hundred fold! for unless marvels or miracles occur, I shall not be able to repay the sums you so generously let me have.

I have begun again, after letting it rest for years, to fight for my father’s inheritance. My father Professor C. Herrmann the Great and only Herrmann, the Magician, who died as multi millionaire—I have been shamefully cheated out of almost everything. I think I never told you anything about it, dear friend. I am now trying to find out if a millionaire lady cousin of mine, Madame Lucy Dollfus in Paris living 94 Boulevard Flandrin is still among the living. If so, I will write to her—perhaps she will help me to my rights, and then I hope to be able to return your kindness in some measure, for it is you and only to you that I am indebted to.

I could not answer before today as Sunday the 13th was election day and I was at my radio till 2 in the morning, very much excited, to learn the results. I confess I gave a sigh of relief at the result and think that all civilized good people did the same.

Then my daughter left again for Russia on the 15th at 7 P.M. She reaches her destination this very night. This time she will reside in Swanka, 5 hours distance from St. Petersburg (Leningrad), all in all 30 hours distance from Berlin. Last winter she was in Wischersky (Ural); letters took 15 days! to reach her and 15 days back—it took 1 month to get an answer.

So besides all the excitement, annoyances of business and house, I have gone through a pretty trying time, dearest friend. What is the world aiming at? Why do millionaires like Eastmann and Kreuger end their lives? Why? Have they no religion? no heart? Could they not have done a world of good in the United States for the poor unemployed? Is it a singular world?

I wish I could see your dear face again, your dear kind face, ere I close my eyes forever. I hope I will.

My little house, my 3 rooms are really lovely and as small as it is, yet there is always room here for my dear dear friend Hall Lippincott. I know you would feel happy and comfortable here. I would do anything in the world to make you feel at home and comfortable, and if you come to Berlin, be sure to come with your luggage direct to Nürnbergerstrasse 1. Won’t you? Where I can eat there is always enough for 3.

My pupil Mrs. Fasenmeyer is still learning. She has remitted everything till April 15th. I suppose she will learn till the summer vacations begin, which is July. I have another pupil, Miss Rose Meri, studying without pay as she really promises to become a prominent singer. If I live, I hope to receive my reward from her later on. I know her 2 years, she seems true and honest.

Heavens blessings for you! You dear dear friend! I always enclose you in my prayers, morning and night, begging the Almighty to guard your steps, to give you the best of health, long life, and prosperity, a host of good true friends! Such are my true wishes for you! Once more a world of thanks for the 15$ you so kindly enclosed in your letter dated March 1st. Believe me as ever your exceedingly grateful, true and sincere friend,

Corelli

Kindly answer soon!

My highly esteemed friend,

Dear Mr. Lippincott,

Before me is your dear kind letter dated July 8th. My! How very long mail takes today! I thank you with all my heart for the generous enclosure, for the 15$ you were so kind to send me. I cannot find words to thank you! You have a wonderful heart, a wonderful soul! May the Almighty return it to you a hundredfold. May you always enjoy the best of health—may you never want! Such is my daily prayer for you, you goodhearted noble being! I am sure I never will be able to return the dollars—the numerous, many dollars you have sent me. That is really one of the principal things I want to live for, to prove my great gratitude to you. Otherwise life has very little charm for me.

I have a daughter—we lived together 37 years!! I provided for her 37 years, and at that high age she all of a sudden decided to marry. In one way, of course, I am happy that she married the man of her choice and that she married a man of good standing and a good position—but I have lost her! Unfortunately I do not agree at all with my son in law. Why? I am sure I do not know. I think he does not like old ladies and does not like to hear of my ailments, ailments which old age brings. We had one great difference when they first lived here in my flat. In a few words I will tell you, dear Mr. Lippincott. He lived here with Olga, had the privilege of the whole flat, barring one back room which was let and brought 50 marks. My son in law agreed to pay everything, but he had the advantage of my reasonable rent (I have the contract for the flat—he pocketed the 50 marks which the back room brought—and I was to pay him 130 marks a month for my living besides 10 pfennigs for every telephone call. I did that 3 months. The 3rd month I said that I thought 130 marks was quite a good deal for me to pay as I am a very poor eater—hardly eat anything and I asked whether he would not be satisfied with 100 marks. I must remark that all my friends and acquaintances thought that I did not pay anything. Well, there was a great fuss about my question and he was mortified to have his and my acquaintances know that I was paying him for my living here. They canceled their written agreement with me and left after 3 months. Ever since then we are not friends any more. And today yet, when I recall this matter, I am of no other opinion than at that time: my son in law did not act gentlemanly toward me ——–

I am sorry to have troubled you, with my letter dated July 18th, but it was just one month that I had sent the little chain and I was worried that 4 weeks had passed and I without news whether it had arrived. I am very happy that it is in your possession and happy that you like it and are wearing it. May it bring you a world of good luck.

I have had a long letter from Mr. Burgess. He says he has known the Herrmanns since years and never heard of a Mrs. Smith. He advises me not to answer that insolent letter and is kind enough to give me the address of the lawyer of the Magic Circle in New York and has advised me to write to him—maybe he knows something about Mrs. Herrmann’s will. You are right, dear Mr. Lippincott, Mrs. S. has the upper hand, but I am not done with her yet. Meanwhile I will try and toil and work honestly as I have done all my life and so gain the esteem of my acquaintances and friends.

Times are very hard and very exciting. I never thought politics would effect me so! Last week I was very busy, looking over my calendars of the years 1924, 25, and 26, writing out the lessons a baritone Mr. Werner Philipp had—he did not pay them, and is earning a lot of money now singing Radio, belonging to a quartet. Imagine, he has had 229 lessons and only charging him 6 marks a lesson, realizes the sum of 1374 marks which he owes me. Miss Meri’s brother is a Dr. Meger here in Berlin, quite a noted lawyer. As Miss Meri does not pay anything, her brother has taken this case in hand and will sue Mr. Philipps if he does not pay. I hope something will come of it.

Well, Mr. Lippincott, do enjoy your vacation, go swimming and sailing, but take good care of yourself and be sweet and send me a line from your summer resort. Pray for me! Do! Of course, this house work almost kills me and I am unfortunately not accustomed to it. My occupation was a sitting one and now it is just the contrary. I think you would laugh to see me work. Oh, by the way,  I am not doing any more cooking—I have my dinner sent in. Right opposite my flat is a private table, a lady that cooks and sends out the dinners. The dinner is brought in a very clean menage—very nice clean white porcelain dishes and they fetch the dishes in half an hour again. Price 90 pfennigs and 10 pfennigs tip, all in all 1 mark! The dinner is quite good, is all one can ask for that price, but thank Heaven I need not go out shopping for meat and vegetables and need not wash dishes nor pots. Fancy they send out about 30 dinners every day, it is a great comfort and relief for me.

Once more a million of thanks. I end these lines, as I began them, with a world of thanks. You do not begin to know the good you are doing. You do not begin to know how grateful I am. God bless you and shield you from every harm and danger. In everlasting gratitude and truth, sincerely

Corelli

I happen to see on your business paper that you have a representative house in Paris. Dear Mr. Lippincott, would it be possible to find out who owns the house Rue Maleville No. 2 in Paris? It did belong to my relations by the name of Sachse, they were 3 brothers Fernand, Emile, and Charles Sachse, and if the house was sold then I was to have a share. The house is sold. but I do not know to whom nor can I possible find the Sachse brothers—more in my next letter. Perhaps you are my guardian angel and can help me to some of my inheritance. Only please forgive me troubling you.

My highly esteemed friend,

Dear Mr. Lippincott,

Nothing from you and I am anxious to learn whether my mail arrived. Your last letter was dated April 5th and today is May 10th! I have written: April 8th, April 16th to Evansville, and April 21st registered, bearing a few letters of consents. Of course I am anxious to know whether you have received them. Of course they are of no value to anyone, only these things cost a lot of labor.

I am more delighted than you can imagine at the idea of a book. Of course I can do it—and I am doing it—writing diligently, but the question is how to let you have the mailings.  I have also valuable letters—my father for instance who is supposed to have spoken 9 languages perfectly but did not know how to read nor write—only French print the last few years of his life. I own a signature of father (perhaps one of the very few existing). It would be a pitty were it to be lost! How am I to get these things safely in your hand. Do think it over and let me know.

I also possess valuable letters and autographs—people have told me so often to dispose of them, to sell them—as really, when I close my eyes for ever, these valuable things will only be lost. I would love so much to send you a few pages of my work, for I would like to know if you are satisfied with it—then I can go on, but I must have an immediate answer, then I will give you a list of my autographs and please let me know if you care to have them—or what prices these publishers will give for the autographs.

Times here are terrible—all I can say: read the papers, but they do not say the truth. I am sorry to see that affairs are not very encouraging in the States, but I pray to heaven that nothing may affect you! At any rate—you are young, in the prime of life, intelligent, a good hard worker, righteous and honest and you have your whole life before you and you will certainly see happy, bright, and prosperous days! but see poor me! to end my days in this miserable unfortunate way. Oh, how I wish I could succeed with the book and my wonderful collection of autographs!

I have a letter from the year 1911 from Mme Adelina Patti, the Marquise de Caux from her Chateau Craig-y-Nos. Many Caruso letters, postals and photos with dedications—a wonderful letter form Verdi (framed) speaking about his Requium, dated Brussels 21 Oct 1898—a small but good photo of Rossini 1862—and so on.

My idea was about my life. Firstly my childhood, then my life as an artist and then my experiences as a maestre of Bel Canto. Then at the end of the book, all of my letters and comments.

Did you receive the letter, dear Mr. Lippincott, in which I named the different books which speak of my father? Excuse abruptness of this, but I meant to get this off, so mail and beg for an immediate answer so I do not work for nothing. Will send a list of my autographs.

I hope you are enjoying the best of health. I am alas run down. These events tear my heart to pieces! Have no pupils—nothing. My darling pupil, Rose Meri, left today at 10 AM for Paris; the has an allowance to remain there 2 months, received free 1st cl. tickets from the Jewish Community and gets there free apartment and daily a bon for a free dinner. Two months ago she sang here in a prominent hall (Mozart Hall) for the Jewish Children Help and this her reward. Fine! Not? Do write, dear friend, and let me have a word of cheer from you!

The best of wishes for you! Sincerely and as ever grateful, truthfully

your poor Corelli