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A Columbia County Boy's Recollections and Memories of Columbia County Florida (2012) Lenvil H. Dicks





                  was an older gentleman named Joe Cinquimati, and he was from Italy. In fact, most of the members of
                  the Dallas Symphony were from foreign countries, many from Latvia, Finland, Italy, Germany, and
                  some of the other European Countries. 1 think Red Bromfield and I might have been the only two
                  southern American boys in the Orchestra.

                  After the Saturday night Concert, when I was backstage putting away my instrument, I was approached
                  by the actual Conductor of the Dallas Symphony, a man named Walter Hendyl, who had two years
                  previous been the assistant Conductor for the New York Philharmonic. I was in great awe of this
                  gentleman, and was a little surprised when he came over to me and started a conversation. Then he said
                  to me, “Mr. Dicks the Orchestra is leaving on a 3 week tour of the Western United States next Tuesday
                  morning, and we would appreciate it if you could find a way to go with us and play". I told him I would
                  be most happy to do so but I was in college down at Baylor, and had some reservations about trying to
                  be gone 3 weeks. At that time Dean Sternberg, who had been listening to the conversation, spoke up and
                  said “Lenvil you do not need to worry about your grades at the University. I will see that your grades do
                  not suffer and you will learn more in three weeks with this Orchestra than we could possibly teach you
                  in a long period of time. If you want to go, go ahead and plan to go and I will make it alright with the
                  Administration at Baylor". So I began my association with the Dallas Symphony Orchestra by going on
                  that 3 week tour, and then played with the Orchestra with the position of First Trumpet until I got
                  homesick a couple of years later and decided to come back to Florida. 1 enjoyed playing in the
                  Orchestra, but there were really very few people in it that 1 could relate to, being a North Central Florida
                  country farm boy who just happened to play the trumpet. That was the main highlight of my whole life,
                  the time I spent playing with the Dallas Orchestra, and it was on that tour that I saw my first snow.

                  The first concert on the tour was in Big Springs Texas, where we played and spent one night, and 1 saw
                  something in Big Springs that I will never forget. 1 had occasion to go down to the Post Office early the
                  next morning after the concert, and before we had to board the buses to continue the tour, and the entire
                  back wall, of the Post Office, which was huge, was a bigger- than- life mural painted on the wall
                  showing untold numbers of buffalo, and Indians on horseback, hunting them with bows and arrows. I
                  still wonder to this day if that mural is still on the Post Office back wall in Big Springs, Texas, but I
                  never had the opportunity to go back and check it out, although I would like to. Some of the other towns
                  we played in were Farmington New Mexico, Colorado Springs Colorado, Denver Colorado (2 nights),
                  and from Denver we went up to Laramie Wyoming for our concert the next night.

                  It was on this trip in Denver to Laramie that I saw my first snow which began to fall at a rapid rate, and
                  at the same time there were high winds blowing the snow which had already fallen in a horizontal
                  direction, so that you could barely see 100 feet in front of the bus. It snowed all day on us after about
                  11:00 that morning. We were actually a little bit late getting to the concert location in Laramie that
                  night. However, the folks sort of expected us to be late and we got off the bus, got into our concert
                  clothes, and went on stage as quickly as we could after we arrived there. From Laramie we went over
                  and played a concert in Cheyenne and then started back down and across Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma,
                  and finally ended up with the last concert down in South Texas at Galveston. The bus then left, headed
                  back to Dallas where I had left my car, and then I went back and finished getting my masters Degree at
                  Baylor which I received the following July after that concert tour in March.





















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