Victor Feldbrill: Canadian Conductor Extraordinaire
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Victor Feldbrill is an account of the life and cultural contribution of one of Canada’s most talented conductors. Born in 1924, he made his Toronto Symphony conducting debut at 18. He went on to become the artistic director of the Winnipeg Symphony, a conductor with the Toronto Symphony, and a guest conductor of virtually every major symphony orchestra in Canada. Feldbrill was also the first conductor-in-residence at the University of Toronto’s Faculty of Music from 1968 to 1982.
However, what really set Feldbrill apart was his limitless enthusiasm and support of Canadian music and young musicians, as well as his insistence on playing the music of Canadian composers despite the reluctance of some orchestral managers and the initial opposition of audiences at the time. In doing so he reached out to young people and trained many to take their places as members of Canadian orchestras from coast to coast.
Walter Pitman
Walter Pitman’s long career has included serving as Director of the Ontario Institute for Studies in Education, president of Ryerson Polytechnical and Dean of Arts and Science at Trent University. He was Executive Director of the Ontario Arts Council, and NDP MP and MPP for Peterborough.
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CHAPTER 1
Beginnings
The surge of cultured, energetic, and artistically inclined Jewish immigrants that took place in the first years of the twentieth century changed the city of Toronto, the province of Ontario, and the Canadian nation forever.
York, as the municipality was first called in late-eighteenth-century British North America, bore the sudden arrival of immigrants from other less amenable areas of the world throughout its history. Indeed, thousands of Irish arrived to escape the poverty and destitution of their homeland in the first half of the nineteenth century as a result of the Irish Potato Famine. That event certainly changed the demography of Upper Canada, later Ontario, which had up to that point revealed a dominant presence of Loyalists from the thirteen colonies, who, after suffering the indignities foisted upon them by their revolutionary neighbours, found a happier life on the north shores of the St. Lawrence. At the time, the area was largely occupied by the French-speaking inhabitants, members of the old French Empire that remained after the Seven Years’ War of the mid 1800s. As a result, many of these colonists, anxious to serve a British king, had travelled west to occupy lands on the north shore of Lake Ontario, an area already settled by a sprinkling of French-speaking former soldiers and their families. This was the start of the town that would become known as York, and later Toronto. By the end of the twentieth century, Toronto, with its two and a half million people, had the miraculous reputation of being the most multicultural municipality in the world — a matter of distinct pride in a country that in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries had opened its doors to people from every corner of the planet.
The population continued to increase in Toronto during the nineteenth century, with most coming from the United Kingdom, largely Scots and English settlers. By the last years of that century, the Czarist Russian Empire was proceeding through a period of increased demand for complete loyalty, an expectation that was in conflict with the Chosen People status celebrated by the large Jewish population of the eastern reaches of a country seeking to be born — Poland. Many of these reluctant citizens of a dying empire left before the calamity of the First World War made most departures impossible — and thousands more departed as soon as possible after the Treaty of Versailles failed to either satisfy the defeated or to protect those who were obviously at risk in the tensions of post-war eastern Europe. Subsequently, in the first years of the twentieth century, the Jewish population in Toronto exploded, doubling, and doubling again. These families and individuals in turn became hosts to those who continued to arrive throughout the century, particularly after the Second World War.
There had always been a cost for following the religious practices of an unfamiliar religious tradition such as Judaism in the Russian Empire. At any time a focused attack on a particular minority could be unleashed. Homes and businesses would be confiscated, and the very lives of the faithful would be at risk. One can find the roots of the Holocaust that was to follow in 1945 in the many centuries of European anti-Semitism.
In twentieth-century Toronto, the influx of Jewish immigrants before and after the Second World War found a haven in which religious tension was being largely played out between Protestants and Catholics. Torontonians were largely Protestant, with members of the establishment Church of England dominating the political life of the city. However, Methodism was gaining in popularity, and by the mid-1920s a union of Presbyterians, Congregationalists, and Methodists was to form the United Church of Canada, which became the largest Protestant denomination in the country.
The most honoured day of the year in Toronto during that time was July 12, when the Loyal Orange Lodge put on a huge parade. The spectacle was accentuated by the sounds of fife and drum, led by a man on a white horse dressed as King Billy,
or William of Orange, who had landed on England’s shores in the seventeenth century to assure a Protestant succession which would banish the Stuart royal line and its predilection for Roman Catholicism.
Toronto, best known for its numerous church spires, became the home of numerous synagogues in the early years of the twentieth century, adding to the architectural diversity of the city. Men in strange black clothing, sporting fedoras and unusual hairstyles, began to make their way, with wife and children in tow, to these places of worship. It was apparent on Friday evenings in the mid-century that a quiet and friendly invasion had taken place. Although a small number had arrived in the nineteenth century and contributed to the life of the city, by the 1920s the increasing numbers allowed for a Jewish community that covered a large area of the west-central part of the municipality, referred to as The Ward.
This is where Jewish immigrants came, and where they were welcomed and assisted by co-religionists to begin their new life in a strange land. Eventually this pseudo-ghetto dispersed as the more affluent found their way north to what is now Forest Hill or — largely in the 1950s and ’60s—to communities east and west of Bathurst Street. Thus considerable numbers found themselves on the city’s northern edge, in the borough of North York. By the end of the twentieth century, Jewish families could be found in every corner of Toronto. Though they were dominant in very few neighbourhoods, their influence was felt far beyond, and would be key to the social and cultural future of an extraordinarily diverse city.
Those who had come first in the late 1800s in small numbers were quiet and almost invisible. However, after the turn of the twentieth century, the Jewish immigrants who arrived were from various parts of the Russian Empire, in particular from the region that would eventually be known as the country of Poland. These new Canadians were mainly urban and sophisticated and quite baffled by the efforts of the government to encourage them to settle on the land, particularly in the empty former Hudson’s Bay Company tracts of the Canadian West. They soon found greater comfort in the urban centres of Montreal, Toronto, and Winnipeg, in communities that provided employment that recognized their skills and thereby produced jobs that were more conducive to supporting their well-being.
They were cosmopolitan but in the beginning largely financially bereft. Soon their numbers harboured members of every class and interest. Their past in Europe had made them intensely conscious of their Jewishness, having suffered and faced humiliation and threats of annihilation if persistent in continuing to follow their faith. They represented an enormous spectrum of behaviour from the very traditional dress and the deportment that included consistent attendance at the synagogue, to those who could be described as secular Jews — rarely to be found in the synagogue on the Sabbath but nonetheless expressing the traditional values of a community in regard to learning, to civil liberties, to the caring of the less fortunate, and to the arts of instrumental and choral music, dance, and theatre.
It was into this environment that Nathan Feldbrill and Helen Lederman, newly arrived from Poland in 1920, prepared to build a new life. Both had come from major cities in Poland. Nathan had lived in Lodz and Helen in Warsaw. In the latter decades of the twentieth century the term community
became associated with people who cared deeply for each other and shared their sometime meager goods with those less fortunate. In the early decades of that century, community
and the Jewish neighbourhood were synonymous.
Nathan and Helen joined a burgeoning array of relatives who had already abandoned the Russian Empire under the czars, many with little hope that a newly created Poland would be treated any more generously by the revolutionaries who had so recently banished czarist dictatorship and privilege and promised equality and justice in a brutal civil war carried on amidst the chaos of the last months of the First World War. Nathan and Helen had come in the realization that the Treaty of Versailles had failed to conceive a nation that would survive the revival of a strong Germany, and took advantage of the rush of immigration to Canada that had been interrupted by the events of 1914–18 but resumed in the 1920s, thereby opening the gates to the new world once again.
It is simple-minded to assume that immigration solved all the problems of inequality and discriminatory behaviour. Such blindness can be the result of believing the myths of the happily-ever-after
fairy tale that hides the tragedies of family break-up — the separation, the loneliness, the pain and disillusionment — that were inevitably present for those who felt their homeland was no longer a place of peace or of prosperity and eventual contentment, and found even more challenges in the move to a new national setting.
Nathan had come to North America to find his brother, Sam, who had settled in Detroit but had found it necessary to change his name to Feldman, something less than a common designation for those who were Jewish. Two other brothers had come to Toronto, but found that they would have greater opportunity under the name Field.
Only brothers Alexander and Jack had retained the surname Feldbrill
and the latter was operating a combined variety store and tinsmith operation on Dundas Street, a major Toronto thoroughfare that delivered people from the west end to the very centre of Toronto. Nathan, who had from the earliest years of his working life pursued the textile trade in Poland, saw his future in that same trade, becoming an employee of Tip Top Tailors, a major manufacturer of quality clothing for men.
Helen, a member of a smaller family, came to Canada without the enormous support system that had surrounded Nathan and eased his transition to a new life. Indeed, personal tragedy struck her immediately. She had arrived in Toronto expecting to be welcomed by a father who had already come intending to seek employment and a place to live. Together, she assumed, they would plan to send for their mother as soon as there were sufficient resources. Helen came unexpectedly, hoping to find her father ready and willing to include her in his life. She was shocked to discover that he had found another partner with whom to live and had no intention of sending her mother the money to join him in his new homeland. She was saddened by what she perceived to be despicable behaviour that now proclaimed the disintegration of her family unit. Happily, she soon connected with the Jewish community in her new homeland, found work, and through sheer determination was creating a new life for herself when she met Nathan. In the chaos of this abandonment, the maintenance of a strong family became her first priority in any marital union she might be part of, and, indeed, her understandable obsession. It was a lesson in fidelity that she taught her children.
The impact of all this chaotic family severance was significant. Nathan and Helen met at a Jewish Benefit Society in 1922, appropriately courted for some months, married, and together moved to a home on Leonard Street in the Dundas and Spadina area. This was the very heart of the The Ward,
which was now expanding west in the city. But they soon moved, this time to nearby Markham Street. Indeed, they became occupants of three residences on that street in the years to come. Victor was born close by, in the Western Hospital, on April 4, 1924, and remained with his parents in one or another flat in this significant enclave of Jewry until he left to join the Royal Canadian Navy (RCN) during the Second World War.
Victor was the object of his parents’ pride and became a frequent visitor in the homes of an army of uncles, aunts, and cousins that made up a mélange of Nathan’s extended family. Although answering to different surnames, they were a close and supportive group. In Helen’s case, there were no such figures to be found in her life, though with her outgoing personality she soon added a collection of close friends who became surrogate uncles
and aunts
to Victor and eventually to his two younger sisters, Ruth and Eileen, who came to make up the Feldbrill family. At one point in his childhood, a complete stranger came up to Victor on the street and informed him that his grandfather had died. Victor had not realized there had been any living person in Canada or Poland who could occupy that relationship with him. Obviously it was Helen’s father, but it was a shocking revelation that Victor never forgot. Family became as precious to him as it was to Helen, and this commitment moulded his life within the performing arts, one in which close personal relationships too often are forfeited in the effort to achieve success.
With all this confused history in the back of his mind, Victor never for a moment considered the prospect of changing his name. It had old world
connotations he valued and a connection with a Jewish past he had no intention of abandoning. The reality of an immigrant beginning was etched in his memory, and the sacrifice his parents had made on his behalf was a matter of pride throughout his life. It was no surprise when, in his mid-teens, he chose a young woman who came from similar beginnings to whom he could give his love and commitment — a commitment that lasted for more than half a century. Never did he allow his career decisions to endanger their intimacy or the well-being of the family.
Nathan struggled to provide an adequate income to support Helen, Victor, and, within four years, a daughter, Ruth. It was fourteen years later, with Victor already serving in the Royal Canadian Naval Services, that the family was surprised and delighted with the arrival of a second daughter, Eileen.
Nathan, it could be said, did not have the intense, competitive nature to excel in the business world, but in 1929 he nevertheless traded in the sweatshop conditions of the textile manufacturing trade and Tip Top Tailors for a new working life. This shift resulted in a series of largely unsuccessful attempts to operate a neighbourhood retail grocery business, the first of which was located on the corner of Euclid Avenue and Dundas Street. The timing could not have been worse in terms of the economic climate. The relentless Depression of the 1930s dogged his every effort as he went from store to store in various locations in The Ward
— streets such as Beatrice, Markham, and Harbord appear again and again.
Part of the problem was Nathan’s reluctance to deny his destitute neighbours sufficient credit to buy the basic necessities to feed their children. His creditors were unable to pay their debts — or find cash to purchase food. Nathan’s decency and compassion made tough response to need impossible. However, his generosity resulted in debts that inevitably led to bankruptcy. One after another the stores failed, leaving Nathan and his family even more at risk. Helen was the stronger partner, more aggressive and competitive, but she did not fend much better than her husband.
At one point, the children had to be dispersed amongst friends of the Feldbrill family until Nathan was able to find another opportunity in the grocery business. Nathan’s effort to be successful in the retail business dictated the living accommodations of the family, as they invariably inhabited the apartment over the store, and, as they moved businesses, so too did they have to move house — a challenge for the Feldbrill children.
This constant relocating meant a frequent change of schools for Victor. He began his schooling at Charles G. Fraser Public School, but was transferred to Dewson Public School when Nathan took over a store on Harbord Street. Another failure and inevitable move meant that Victor then attended Clinton Street Public School, and his elementary-school career ended with two years at King Edward Public School, where he graduated with marks that put him at the top of his class.
This sort of itinerant schooling can often devastate the learning life of a student — but not Victor. He was fortunate to have teachers who gave him confidence in his abilities. Miss Springate and Miss Farquarson at Dewson Public School and an exchange teacher, a Miss Langdon at Clinton Public School, spring to his mind even to this day. Even music inspectors and consultants such as Emily Tedd and Eldon Brethour, who visited and provided advice to teachers on the classroom music programs that would most benefit students, find a respectful resonance in Victor’s memories. There are no stories of neglect and disenchantment or abuse and humiliation in Victor’s recollections of a satisfying elementary-school career. He had arrived at school with no competence in the English language — Yiddish was spoken in the Feldbrill household and Victor had to become instantly bilingual if he was to learn anything of the curriculum that was in the hands of Toronto’s unilingual English-speaking teachers. With his interest in languages, he joined colleagues whose parents often spoke Polish, German, Russian, and other assorted languages depending on European country of origin. His capacity to communicate with orchestral players in the various countries he was invited to perform in was supported by the multi-language preparation in the Jewish neighbourhoods where he spent his entire childhood and adolescence.
Unfortunately, there was a downside to the saga of elementary-school achievement and recognition. His sister Ruth, four years behind him in grade level, had to endure the constant accolades about her older brother and, as so often happens, the circumstance aroused a resentment that spilled over beyond the classroom, particularly in the light of Nathan and Helen’s apparent favouritism toward a male offspring whose accomplishments were so evident. It meant that Ruth, though bright, endured a diminished sense of competence that remained long after Victor had moved on and was no longer competing scholastically. She was not as quick as Victor either in elementary or secondary school, nor did she develop effective academic study skills. The contrast was quite apparent to her teachers and to her parents. Because Eileen was such a late arrival to the family — more than a full decade after Ruth — she did not have to experience any academic competition with her distinguished older brother. By the time the mid-1940s rolled around, Victor had joined the Armed Forces. Then, upon his return to Toronto after the war, he entered into a marriage that ensured his future absence from the Feldbrill family home forever.
These years of childhood and youth provided Victor with valuable lessons in the wisdom of restraint and practicality. The Feldbrills were poor at a time when being poor was a common condition. However, Victor was determined very early in life that poverty would not be his chosen path — this despite the fact that he had decided to seek personal satisfaction in a risky business, the performing arts, and in particular, serious
music. He never forsook his vocational goals nor allowed deprivation or destitution to touch his own family. The state of poverty suffered by his parents in his early years never left his mind and heart. Yet throughout his career he made choices that had a lesser chance of providing economic prosperity than others. (Becoming a Canadian orchestral conductor and stressing the performance of contemporary classical music represented a vision of questionable financial security in the music industry of mid-twentieth-century Canada in particular.)
Victor never flinched as he worked through a career as a formidable musician in a place that some musicians around the world perceived to be a poverty-stricken backwater of artistic expression. However, at no time did he place the well-being of his family at risk in any of the overly optimistic schemes that abound in the world of making music. He had seen the impact of poverty and had no stomach for any path that would see his family suffer it again.
In the Feldbrill family there was no history of musical appreciation. So where did this passion for music come from? As we learn more about human mental and emotional development, the question of particular reasons why there is a surfacing of musical intelligence in a particular generation of a family still remains mysterious. Certainly there was no predilection toward making music in either Nathan or Helen’s background nor was there any to be found in the interests of his siblings. Yet Victor’s excitement about the source, nature, and quality of musical sound is one of the earliest memories of his life as a small child.
He remembers vividly the family excursions to Hanlan’s Point on the Toronto Islands in the Lake Ontario harbour that served as the city’s southern boundary. In those innocent days, swimming and playing on the beaches of the Toronto Islands were common childhood pastimes, but band concerts were also part of the island entertainment. Victor was overwhelmed by the magical sounds of a brass band and the impact it produced. On every occasion he quickly found his way to the front of the seated audience and his concentration was rewarded by a sensitive bandmaster who often invited him to sit on the stage of the bandshell. Soon he was amusing the audience by mimicking the motions of the kindly conductor, who good-naturedly found Victor’s enthusiasm most engaging.
There was no piano in the Feldbrill living room as there were in so many Jewish homes, nor was there a radio that might have brought strains of music into the atmosphere of Victor’s household. There was, however, a gramophone that could be wound up and on which a needle on paraffin records could bring delight. There were recordings of Jewish folk music but this was unfortunately the entire repertoire of any musical moment that might be imposed on a largely silent home environment. Nonetheless, Victor played these selections ceaselessly, gathering only approbation from the rest of the family. Most of his childhood years were spent in the gloom of the Depression and new recordings were far beyond the dreams of Nathan and Helen. Indeed, there came a time when even the luxury of the trips to Hanlan’s Point on the Toronto waterfront had to be abandoned, much to Victor’s disappointment.
In those years, Jewish families, even those in need, were expected to provide their young with some form of musical education. There was a pressure to be part of a Jewish culture that demanded an experience that might result in some kind of employment. Morry Kernerman, Victor’s closest friend in his youth, speaks of walking down Clinton or Markham Street and hearing a succession of piano sounds, whether it be scales or the simple pieces written for beginning musicians. It was a common experience in any Jewish neighbourhood. The only relief came from the presence of the sweet tone of a violin that might emanate from occasional front doors where another instrument had been chosen, sometimes simply to replace the absence of a keyboard. In general terms, on the economic front, the textile industry might well have a Jewish monopoly of interest, but music was the Jewish art form that held the attention of community and gave Victor his start in life. Even the fragile nature of the Feldbrill household’s financial well-being could not break that tradition in early-twentieth-century Toronto.
Parents had some inkling that there was a place in the artistic life of a great city for accomplished musicians. There were theatre orchestras in an age of silent film … as well as the brash and colourful world of vaudeville. The age of radio was coming into its own and music was an economical way of filling otherwise infinite time periods when the spoken word was inappropriate or too expensive to produce. It was also a time when music was central to the religious practices of most Protestant and Roman Catholic churches and the teaching of music, either within the school system or without, was a commendable form of employment. Though many would be instructed, at least a few would be chosen to play for at least modest remuneration sufficient to support themselves and possibly a family. For Victor, this penchant for music came to be seen as a possible path to the reward of future employment.
Elementary schools had a particular interest in the promotion of music. Victor remembers an occasion when he was a cast member of a kindergarten production that revolved around a railway train devoted to the teaching of personal hygiene. It was called The Health Train
and Victor’s role was — ironic in light of his eventual occupation — that of The Conductor. It was a meager part demanding that he call out All aboard
at a specific moment early in the drama. However, being on stage gave him an opportunity to observe all that was transpiring about him. In particular, he was able to watch an older cousin, Irving, who was playing violin in an ensemble gathered to provide incidental music to support what was being presented by the actors onstage. To Victor, on the cusp of an age when an instrument might be part of his life, Irving’s role seemed much more interesting as a contribution to the production than that of bellowing but two words, as important as they might be to the plot of the play.
When he was nine years old, at considerable sacrifice, a violin was purchased and Victor took his first steps toward a career as a performer of considerable repute. Thus, early in life Victor had been provided with an instrument of sorts and a music teacher of modest attainment and had joined his friends in the torture of daily practice. However, it was not to be a joyful and positive beginning to a life in music presentation.
Victor’s introduction to string instruments had a number of obvious impacts. First, he realized he could pick up tunes and play them quite beautifully within a few months. Within a few weeks of his initiation he found he was being invited to social affairs at which his violin was made welcome.
Unfortunately, the teacher selected failed to ignite Victor’s genius, and the young student was as outraged by his mentor’s bad taste in repertoire as he was by the limitations of his instructional technique. Victor, even at an early age, had developed some sense of quality in musical expression and found the teacher’s choices of pieces for him to learn uninspired and downright boring. The result was that after a few months he gave up on any serious study of the instrument, forsook the lessons and the teacher, and played only for his own delight. His parents were initially disappointed that their son would be bereft of instruction, but realized that this abandonment would benefit, in the short term, the immediate collective family fortunes.
Victor looks upon this desertion of formal studies at this early stage as a most significant event in the development of his life work. A continuing focus on string performance would likely have resulted in the creation of a child prodigy. There was no doubt he had the talent. In his view, this talent would not have carried him very far and he would have become a disappointed violin player in an orchestral string section — at best as a first chair, or possibly even a member of a string chamber music ensemble. Attention at that point in his life to virtuosity would have led him to see his role as that of a solo violinist in recital and concert with very little chance of ever climbing to the pinnacle of international prominence that very few hopeful musicians ever reach. Most important, focusing on his aptitude as a violinist would have diverted him from ever recognizing his broader capacity to give leadership in the performance of music and thus become an orchestral conductor.
He was to return to the violin after he had become obsessed with the sounds of large orchestral ensembles and did so in the context of wishing to improve his orchestral playing. That became the focus of his immediate ambition. In that context, his experiences in music seemed to compel his attention as a leader, first as a concertmaster and later, in his mid-teens, as a conductor. A continuous pursuit of solo performance might well have led him to see orchestral participation as a form of failure rather than as a path to what became an inexorable journey to the role of maestro.
In that role, he came to make a unique contribution to Canada’s cultural awakening, one that changed the lives of countless people around him.
There was another advantage to Victor’s rejection of violin studies at such an early age. He had developed a splendid boy soprano voice that attracted considerable attention and allowed him ample opportunity to perform at various events, particularly in the programs of the many Jewish social clubs that flourished in the community. Indeed, he soon choreographed an act that included take-offs
on the presentations of such famous figures as Al Jolson. Thus he continued to be engaged in the drama of music performance. Soon vocal music had become yet another entrée to the excitement of the concert stage.
There was yet another form of entertainment with which Victor surprisingly became au courant.
Throughout the Depression years there was one form of theatre that became available and did much to ameliorate the sad circumstances of those who lived through those hard times — the cinema. Even access to the local emporium would have stretched the pockets of the Feldbrill family, but Nathan’s brother Irving had become manager of the Duchess Theatre, located just down the street from the Feldbrills’ abode. Recognizing the presence of need, Irving made it possible for Helen and Victor to be admitted free of charge, and Helen took every advantage of that opportunity, often attending three or four times a week with Victor as her companion.
Hollywood recognized that its profits depended on it raising the morale of those who were caught in the whirlpool of economic disaster that plagued the era, and films with considerable musical content graced the screens of North America during the 1930s. Victor became caught up in the delight of these musicals, one being an adaptation of Sigmund Romberg’s The Desert Song. Once, after an evening of visual and sound magic, Victor returned home, devised a costume that included a cap and a handkerchief that was long enough to hang down over his shoulders, and for days sang constantly every song he could remember from the popular musical. It was an introduction to the world of music theatre, an area in which he would eventually make a splendid contribution, despite the fact that the creation of music for film never attracted him. He did, however, over many years, become a familiar figure in the live broadcast studios of the Canadian Broadcast Corporation, first on CBC Radio and eventually on CBC Television, where he benefited from those teenage experiences with recorded music and drama.
It was fortunate that by the time he had reached his final elementary experience (at King Edward Public School) Victor had achieved a change of heart with regard to his violin. In spite of his boredom with the musical limitations of his first instructor, he had come to realize that the instrument could be a path to the delight of making music with other equally gifted and enthusiastic colleagues, and he was soon drawn back into formal violin studies. A woman wishing to sell a radio console to the Feldbrill family came to the home when Victor was amusing himself on his instrument. She encountered Victor and had an immediate sense of his musical talent and informed his parents that she knew a fine instructor of violin who lived not far away from their home on Markham Street. His name was Sigmund Steinberg. It led to an association beyond Victor’s wildest hopes. Not only was Steinberg a fine violinist himself, playing in the TSO and the Promenade Orchestra series in Varsity Arena every summer, he was a part of the enormous web of musicians playing in a variety of ensembles in Canada. He was not only a gifted teacher and performer but was able to reveal to Victor the importance of attending both rehearsals and concerts of orchestras as a learning experience. He revealed to Victor how he might find and open the doors that would allow his entrance to the venues of music-making for the rest of his life.
An immediate opportunity to broaden his reach presented itself to Victor in the guise of a Toronto Board of Education gala concert in the city’s major performance venue, Massey Hall, in which a spectrum of choirs and instrumental groups were gathered to dispense an evening of musical entertainment to parents and school officials. Not surprisingly, Victor was a member of the All-Toronto Public School Choir. As a member of the audience as well as a participant, he discovered to his delight that there were other public schools that had instrumental ensembles able to conquer at least the simplest of melodies on their stringed instruments. It was a revelation, and when Victor returned to school the following morning he accosted the King Edward School principal with the question, If these schools can have an orchestra, then why not us?
The principal’s reaction was both positive and challenging: Why not indeed! Are you prepared to organize and rehearse such a group?
It was a fair question that forced Victor to take action. He found schoolmates who were similarly talented on an instrument and prepared to give time and focus to the enterprise of creating a school orchestra. For the first time, the sounds of strings filled a classroom and the nearby halls of King Edward School, both before and after regular school hours.
Within a few weeks, this collection of string players found themselves entered into an appropriate category of contestants at the local annual music festival sponsored by the Board of Education that produced a massive gathering of young musicians. It was a precursor of the prestigious Kiwanis Music Festival that was to attain a considerable presence in Toronto, involving music students of all ages and ability. Included in the process were the very school orchestras that Victor had observed on stage just a few months before. It would have served the drama of the occasion if King Edward Public School and its motley band of beginner string players had swept aside the competition to capture first place, but in the demanding context of string performance it was not to be. However, one judge in this category of musical performance was distinguished musician Eli Spivak, concertmaster of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra (TSO). In his judge’s comments accompanying the evaluation of the contestants, he referred directly to the leadership displayed by that musician
from King Edward Public School. That young musician was Victor Feldbrill, a young man who would become Spivak’s TSO colleague later in his life.
The accolade did not go unnoticed. An inspector of music in the Toronto schools, Harvey Perrin, driving Victor home from the competition, considered carefully an unusual invitation he wanted to offer this youngster who had caught the attention not only of the judge but other members of the small audience gathered to witness the competition. Perrin, along with Eldon Brethour, was an avid promoter of music performance in elementary and secondary schools. The two had organized an ensemble of elite instrumentalists from several downtown secondary schools. Perrin decided that this Feldbrill boy from King Edward, though still in elementary school, could be an asset in the orchestra, which had been formed to challenge secondary-school students who were prepared to address a repertoire and achieve an orchestral sound and level of achievement that would be impossible in any single institution. The invitation went out formally from Brethour, the conductor, and was accepted by Victor with intense enthusiasm.
The rehearsals of this ensemble took place at Jarvis Collegiate, the historic secondary school named after the north–south Toronto thoroughfare on which it was built. It was downtown, not far distant from Victor’s neighbourhood, perhaps a couple of kilometres at most. However, it was east of Yonge Street, the major north–south divide that was used as a starting point to establish the whereabouts of every Torontonian. Victor had never before ventured alone as far away from his home.
Not knowing how long the journey would take, Victor arrived at his first rehearsal shortly after its scheduled hour. The collegiate was an imposing structure but he had no problem following the instructions he had been given. Clutching his violin under his arm, he entered the formidable front doors and soon found the room in which the student musicians were gathered. However, before entering the rehearsal venue, Victor was transfixed by the sound of the music that emanated from the room and filled the hallway. It was the first time he had heard the sound of a full, live symphonic orchestral ensemble, and it was indeed a defining moment — it was then that he realized he wanted to be part of making that kind of sound for the rest of his life. He joined the players. Among them were also sprinkled a few teachers, one of whom, Margaret Williams, shared Victor’s music stand and took him under her wing. He soon felt quite at home, even though he was much younger than the secondary-school players with whom he would rehearse and eventually perform.
Very soon after his introduction as a string player he experienced the same magnificent sound of a symphony orchestra in full flight — this time that of a professional ensemble of some repute. Once again, it took his breath away. He had been taking art lessons at the Ontario College of Art (now the Ontario College of Art and Design), a short distance from his neighbourhood. His instructor was Arthur Lismer, who was to achieve renown as a member of the Group of Seven, artists who became famous for the landscape paintings that defined Canadian visual art for decades.
During a Saturday morning session, Lismer announced that he had a few tickets to an orchestral program being presented by the Detroit Symphony Orchestra at Eaton Auditorium, a space on the top floor of a newly built addition to the Eaton’s retail empire farther north on Yonge Street. The orchestra was playing a Wagnerian repertoire. Victor jumped at the chance.
In the comparatively modest dimensions of the auditorium, the glorious sound of the composer’s works were massive and impressive, convincing Victor that making music like this was indeed his ultimate goal, one to which his constant practise and enthusiastic ensemble participation should be directed.¹ In essence, his commitment to the sound of the orchestra and the music it played had been solidified before Victor had even reached secondary school.
His attraction to the orchestra completely baffled his closest boyhood friend, Morry Kernerman. Having been involved in these same school experiences, Kernerman was determined to be a violin soloist and had worked strenuously during years that Victor had abandoned regular lessons. He saw the symphony orchestra as a necessary presence at a concert, there to accompany the solo violin in one of the great concertos of Mendelssohn, Bruch, Mozart, Beethoven, or Tchaikovsky that graced the repertoire of the normal orchestral concert season.² For Victor, being part of an orchestra and experiencing what could happen to one while associated with it was the main motivation in his playing a violin. Inevitably, this perception would lead him to seek a leadership role in the world of orchestral performance. He was not alone among his schoolmates in making that role his focus. His generation not only produced Kernerman, an outstanding string player in several ensembles, but Gerald Geldblum and Harvey Siegel, as well, both members of the illustrious Boston Symphony Orchestra strings.
Toronto, already with a reputation for musical performance, was now set on the course of producing an army of competent musicians, both instrumental and vocal, that by the end of the century would be a distinctive aspect of its desire to be a more cosmopolitan city. Victor was swiftly becoming a member of the vast array of talent and genius that would transform Toronto, making it an exciting and distinguished centre for the study and performance of music as the twentieth century came to an end.
CHAPTER 2
The Harbord Collegiate Experience
For Victor, the transition from King Edward Public School to Harbord Collegiate Institute in the fall of 1937 could scarcely have been easier. He was among friends and had already achieved some prominence as a musician at King Edward Public School, which he could carry with him into this new setting. It was in the halls of the distinguished secondary school that his future was to be decided.
His academic record to that point was quite remarkable. He had arrived at elementary school totally unfamiliar with the English language. Yet he had graduated at the top of his class with marks that brought pride to his doting parents. It was a time in the pre-Second World War Ontario school system when graduation from elementary school was considered a scholastic achievement. Many students simply dropped out at this point in their education to seek some kind of employment. Nathan and Helen were determined that, in spite of the continuing difficult economic circumstances, Victor would continue his studies at all costs and possibly be the first member of the Feldbrill family to attend university.
However, a major shift had taken place in their son’s interests; particularly in his final year at King Edward, music had become everything. All else, including academic pursuits, were now taking second place to the thrills he experienced playing his violin with other students and giving leadership to the development of ensembles that brought some distinction to his school. He became something of a sensation well before entering the halls and classrooms of Harbord Collegiate, the secondary school that graced his neighbourhood.
Indeed, he had now become a member of the Toronto Secondary School Symphony Orchestra and had rehearsed with that ensemble at Jarvis Collegiate for some months before his graduation from elementary school. As a result, he had come to know a bevy of older students from the city’s secondary schools across the entire city. However, he had noticed that a sizable number, particularly in the string sections, came from this institution on Harbord Street that was now to be his academic home until the early 1940s. These were dramatic times that were to see an end to the Great Depression and a new prosperity based on a global conflict of monumental proportions.
He had also become aware of the fact that Harbord’s student population was mostly Jewish. Indeed, as one of the oldest secondary institutions in Toronto, it was, until the 1960s and ’70s, known throughout the city as the Jewish high school.
(That designation has disappeared in the 1980s and ’90s as mounting numbers of students from families emigrating from the Caribbean and the Asian subcontinent replaced the predominantly Jewish population, who had by this time migrated northward.) Thankfully, the school kept and still keeps a splendid record of the contribution of its Jewish alumnae to the worlds of business, law, medicine, and politics, and that community’s presence is recorded and remembered by the school with understandable pride.
One of the greatest motivating factors in Victor’s education in those early years was his sense of connection with that community and his delight in all that Harbord Collegiate had to offer. It had, by far, the most distinguished music program in Ontario, one that included playing in a splendid orchestra and singing in fine choirs, and all participating in an annual operetta performance — the crowning musical achievement of both the institution’s teachers and students.
The predominance of Jewish students attending Harbord Collegiate fuelled a misconception Victor carried in his mind that he was a member of the majority ethnic group inhabiting the city, and he was surprised to discover statistics in his teens that confirmed he belonged to just another of Toronto’s minorities. His daily experience in his own family, in his contacts with neighbours, in his travels along the commercial strips of Harbord Street, and in his schooling and musical activities had led to him to believe otherwise. This demographic revelation came as a distinct surprise.
The negative impact of this status revealed itself on occasion, mirroring the events that were already souring civic life in Central Europe in the 1930s. Perhaps the most obvious example of racial confrontation took place a few blocks north of Victor’s home. A large park on Bloor Street, the city’s major east–west artery, contained multiple baseball diamonds that were a host to competing teams from across the city. Christie Pits
was an inviting venue for amateur softball leagues, with teams that tended to be distinguished by the dominant ethnic group that formed its roster of players. Crowds were drawn by the fact that the admission was free and the competition, though normally friendly and good-natured, was intense.
One night in the late 1930s, a nasty brawl broke out between Jewish athletes on one team and a collection of fascist-leaning players on the other who, with their sympathizers, took it upon themselves to harass and confront their enemies on the baseball field and in the stands, where devoted fans of both teams had gathered to cheer on their heroes.
The struggle became ugly, continued for hours, and spread eventually to residential streets nearby, where Jewish youth had to be organized to drive their anti-Semitic combatants away. However, it was a signal that the world was entering a new phase of anti-Semitic behaviour, one that would continue until the Holocaust became the ultimate shame of twentieth-century Europe. For Canadians, though never completely devoid of racial prejudice, this minor riot was a signal, and although the Feldbrill family were not directly targeted or involved at this stage, the implications eventually became clear, even for young Victor, and the war against that Nazi philosophy ultimately became his own battle.
Harbord’s efforts to spur on Jewish scholars and musicians most certainly motivated Victor, both in his search for his own future in music and in his desire to