The Lion of Poland: The Story of Paderewski — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Lion of Poland: The Story of Paderewski
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The faster Paderewski’s career gathered speed, the harder he worked,
“always struggling for perfection, pushing on and on to that
ever-receding faraway peak of attainment,” he would write of those days.
“All work is like that.... The summit of the mountain is always farther
and farther away.” He went back to Vienna and prepared more and more
programs, and added concerto after concerto to his growing list. He
accepted more and better engagements with bigger and bigger box office
receipts to show for them. He toured the French provinces—Lyons ...
Nantes ... Bordeaux ... Tours.... Then on to Antwerp ... Brussels ...
Liège ... and Vienna again. And always Paris. After three successful
seasons in Paris he felt like a real veteran of the concert stage.
The financial rewards of success were important to him because of
Alfred, who was now nine years old. It had been evident from the time he
was a year old that the little boy, mentally so alert, was not
developing well physically. In those days doctors could do very little
to improve or even to diagnose his condition. It would seem that he
suffered from a congenital weakness of the spine, and possibly of the
heart. “Always in the foreground,” his father wrote, “was the menace of
his illness, a constantly increasing problem to be met. He had his
tutors at this time and he was intelligent and gifted. He had a
brilliant, clear mind; he loved music too. It was difficult to take him
to concerts, but he often went to recitals at the Salle Erard which we
could manage easily and he was very happy to go, and touchingly proud of
me at these concerts. It was a great excitement to him, a stimulant to
his mind. Poor child, he was completely cut off from everything in life
except intellectual things, by his great infirmity.”
Father and son were together at last. And Paderewski had accepted the
fact that the boy would never walk. In Paris Alfred was cared for in the
home of the beautiful Mme. Helena Gorska, a friend who gave great love
and kindness to the motherless boy and therefore much peace of mind to
his father.