52BEST Friday Story 


"Everybody is a genius.

  But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,

  it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."

                       ~ Albert Einstein (1879-1955) ~
                                                November 18, 2012   

                                                Volume 14, Story 46

  • Dear ,


    The vote is in. Sunday Story 64 votes, Friday 57, and either 106. Really I wanted to go to Sunday because I would rather be on time than the 1 or 2 days late I have been with the Friday story.


    BUT, dear "Friday voters," I will work on getting the Sunday story out as early as possible so you can have as much as the weekend to read it.


    Great Thanks for Your Input,  Sandy      

    Sandy's Sunday's Story:  " Einstein - We Don't Listen Alone "
    When Jerome Weidman was young, he was invited to visit a rich old friend who had a lovely big home. After supper that evening they went through to the drawing room. Other guests were pouring in and the servants were arranging chairs for a musical recital. Jerome said he was not able to listen to classical music and sat with some ear plugs in his ears.

    Upon the finish of the first interval, an older gentleman sitting next to Jerome took him by the arm and led him to an upstairs room, which was a book-lined study. The gentleman introduced himself as Albert Einstein.

    "Tell me," said Einstein, "Is there any kind of music that you do like?"

    " Yes," said Jerome, "I like songs that have words."

    Einstein proceeded to put a record on the turntable. Jerome knew the voice and the music, it was Bing Crosby's "When the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day". Einstein let the record play a few phrases then stopped the record player and asked,

    "Will you tell me please what you have just heard?" The simplest answer seemed to be to sing the lines, which he did. The expression on Einstein's face was like the sunrise.

    "You see!" he cried with delight when he was finished. "You do have an ear!"

    Jerome said it was one of his favorite songs, something he had heard hundreds of times, so that it didn't really prove anything.

    "Nonsense!" said Einstein. "It proves everything! Do you remember your first arithmetic lesson in school? Suppose, at your first contact with numbers, your teacher had ordered you to work out a problem in, say, long division, or fractions. Could you have done so? No, of course not. Precisely!" Einstein made a triumphant wave with his pipe stem.

    "It would have been impossible and you would have reacted in panic. You would have closed your mind to long division and fractions. As a result, because of that one small mistake by your teacher, it is possible your whole life you would be denied the beauty of long division and fractions. So it is with music." Einstein picked up the Bing Crosby record.

    "This simple, charming little song is like simple addition or subtraction. You have mastered it. Now we go on to something more complicated." He found another record and set it going. The golden voice of John McCormack singing "The Trumpeter" filled the room. After a few lines Einstein stopped the record.

    "So!" he said "You sing that back to me, please?"

    Jerome did with a good deal of self-consciousness but with, for him, a surprising degree of accuracy. Einstein stared at him with a look on his face that his father had as he listened to him deliver his valedictory address at his high school graduation.

    "Excellent !" Einstein remarked when he finished. "Wonderful! Now this!"

    'This' proved to be Caruso in what was to him a completely unrecognizable fragment from "Cavaleria Rusticana". Nevertheless, he managed to reproduce an approximation of the sounds the famous tenor had made. Einstein beamed his approval.

    And Caruso was followed by another. He could not shake the feeling of awe over the way this great man, into whose company he had been thrown by chance, was completely preoccupied by what they were doing, as though it were his sole concern.

    They came at last to recordings of music without words, which he was instructed to reproduce by humming. When he reached for a high note, Einstein's mouth opened and his head went back as if to help him attain what seemed unattainable. Evidently he came close enough, for he suddenly turned off the phonograph.

    "Now, young man," he said, putting his arm through Jerome's, "we are ready for Bach!"

    As they returned to their seats in the drawing room, the players were tuning up for a new selection. Einstein smiled and gave a reassuring pat on his knee. "Just allow yourself to listen," he said. "That is all."

    It wasn't really all, of course. Without the effort he had just poured out a total stranger he would never have heard, as he did that night for the first time in his life. Bach's "Sheep May Safely Graze." When the concert was finished Jerome was able to add his applause to that of the others.

    He has heard it many times since and will never tire of it. Because he never listens to it alone. He is sitting beside a small, round man with a shock of untidy white hair, a dead pipe clamped between his teeth, and eyes that contain in their extraordinary warmth all the wonder of the world. 

    ~ Jerome Weidman is the author and was born in New York City. His parents were Jewish immigrants and he initially worked in the garment industry. He later attended City College of New York and New York University Law School, all the while writing stories and finally novels. He wrote the musical "I Can Get It for You Wholesale" which was Barbra Streisand's Broadway debut and was based on his first novel. The book was also the source for a 1951 movie starring Susan Hayward."

    Story at 52Best Website: " Einstein - We Don't Listen Alone "

    Last Sunday's Story:  " What Love Is " 


    "This Sunday's Story hits home for my wife & me as we work with Alzheimer Care Givers.  It sometimes is gut wrenching to experience, but always inspiring how the cognizant partner is so loving."  Jed




    November 18, 2012    "What Love Is"


    November 11, 2012       "It's My Birthday"


    November 4, 2012        "One Kiss, Three Words"


    October 28, 2012          "The Pretty One"


    October 21, 2012          "The Teacher That Listened"


    October 7, 2012            "The Richest Man in the Valley"


    September 28, 2012     "Friend to All. Enemy to No One"


    September 21, 2012     "The Secret of a Happy LIfe"


    September 14, 2012     "See How Much I Love You"

    2012 Annual Trip:  Great Trip - Back Home  Your input 2013?

    Super trip to Prague, down the Danube, and to Budapest. Still a little groggy after getting back late Thursday and it is great to be home.


    Your thoughts for 2013? Some people have a difficult time going in November and other places are much better visited during the summer. We just might do a summer and a pre-Christmas trip in 2013.


    Your thoughts? Would love your input. I will listen. For sure. You can reach me at 972-702-0000 or email me at sandy@52Best.com

    Sandy in Romania on an Annual Trip


    Comments: "...  the triple S in 'Sandy's Sunday Story' ..."


    "I like the look and sound of the triple S in "Sandy's Sunday Story." But to be honest I normally don't read the stories right when I get them so the day they are sent doesn't matter to me. I will say though that I love getting the stories you send. I have gotten them since I was 19 years old and I am 33 now."  Ember


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