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Diary Entry 1981-20 : The Goulds’ House

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#The Goulds’ House

On July 26th I got a phone call from Robert Smith.
“We got a baby boy last week. We are so happy! Would you like come for a visit today?”

Francis gave birth 7 days ago and her mother Key came to stay for a while to help them out.

For me, just being in Gould’s house was pure happiness.
They grilled mutton in the backyard. We had our dinner on the completed terrace.
Robert worked briskly and efficiently. He went around preparing our meal, taking care of the baby and doing other stuff in the house.
We had the desert inside. They prepared an ice cream garnished with fresh peaches. It was a sophisticated desert typical for the Smiths family.

“After the war, many Europeans had a strong desire to go to a new country. We were among them. My husband and I couldn’t speak a word of English, and yet we came to Canada together with our four children. My husband went to different factories every day asking, “Do you have work for me?” Francis’ mother reminisced.

Francis and Robert made funny faces at Kay’s words, saying, “Oh, no, not that story again…”

“I read once that the Japanese were buying Gould’s records most.”
“At first he was not sufficiently acknowledged, so his records often went out of print. However, when in 1968 his recording of Beethoven’s ‘Emperor’ with Stokowski as the conductor was released in Japan, he finally reached the first peak of his popularity among the Japanese.”

“Glenn was very close with his mother, and he thought his father should not marry again. So, when his father remarried their relationship went so sour that he even stopped having his customary Christmas dinner with his father. Although, Glenn said their lifestyles were so different he would end up not actually eating anything during those dinners anyway.”

I couldn’t help thinking that the only reason I could be in the Smith’s house and have this conversation with them was because Gould’s father remarried.
I told them about my experiences from the day of my arrival to Toronto until the day I came to Southwood.

“When I saw a baby buggy, I thought the Goulds moved from this house. When I saw a woman in a red shirt I thought she was Gould’s older sister.”
“That was Robert’s mother!”

Robert was very good in the art of conversation, and he flooded me with questions.
“How are marriages in Japan?”
“How is Japanese economy?”
As I was answering his questions in my faltering English, I noticed I had twisted up the tablecloth and pulled it to the left. Francis energetically put the twists back in order.

The three of them were very surprised when they heard I’d visited Caravan.
“You are very independent, Mako,” Robert said, his face bright.
“I travelled the world at Caravan!”
(We could visit pavilions of more than 50 different ethnic groups from around the world.)
“You are willing to get yourself actively involved in everything around you. We really hope you will get to meet Gould,” said Key supportively.
“Moreover, you’re the first Japanese without a camera we’ve ever seen!” she exclaimed good-humoredly and everyone laughed.
“Though the only reason you came here for is to meet Gould!” Key continued, and then offered with a smile, “I think Mako takes mental photos and stores them in her head.”
“But, what proof will you give to people that you have met Gould? Francis challenged

“I didn’t come to meet Gould so I could tell people about it.”
I was just a bumbling person who couldn’t do things other people did with ease. Having a camera was bothersome. Primarily, it was always in the way when I carried it around. As Key said, my head was heavy because it was crammed with stuff. I was a master of anxiety.

Francis carried down the new baby boy for his feeding. Robert took him in his arms first and lovingly crooned over him.
The picture of the older boy snuggling up to Francis who was breast-feeding the baby next to a flower stand looked like one of Vermeer’s masterpieces.

Whatever I saw, wherever I looked, the hum and the atmosphere of the life in the Goulds’ old home overlapped with what was in front of me. I wondered if Gould had been raised on breast milk.
The Goulds’ house was like a fairy-tale temple to the gods of music from Greek mythology. There were legends there like the ones we could find in music from Greek mythology, and a piano that belonged to a woman who gave birth to a musician whose piano was blessed by gods.
Gould’s mother’s Chickering piano was easy to play. It produced even sounds and had a keyboard that was neither too heavy nor too light.

“I am going upstairs. Do visit us again and play the piano for us.”
It seemed that the second owners of the Goulds’ house were people with plenty of happiness in their lives as well.

I went down the Southwood hill followed by the sound of cool breeze.
The glitter of peppermint fragrance from the leaves that Gould too used to see permeated my skin. If there were other sick people who had a dream to come to Canada, I would be praying for their dream to come true.

Neither pretty nor shapely heroine, good in neither English nor at piano, ended this day filled with several hours of marvelous scenarios and stage sets at a movie-like Southwood.



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