My sister recently unearthed some photos from the 1950s.They reminded me how lucky I was to have happened upon Carlo as a violin teacher (once again thanks to Paul Martens).
Apart from being an inspirational teacher and performer he was generosity personified. I just took it for granted that I would stay for meals with the family after lessons (three beautiful daughters may have been the added attraction), would “borrow” his car (a “ Maigret” Citroen) to drive these daughters on social outings and, best of all, spend part of the summer holidays with the family at their villa on Lago d’Orta.
One year Noel Travers (another South African pupil of his), Keith Lovell and I (all three “guests“ at the villa) followed the family down to Rome where Carlo was playing the Beethoven concerto outdoors in one of Rome’s ancient basilicas.
The performance of the Beethoven was memorable not only because of his magical playing but for the presence of a cricket who only stopped chirping, rather louder than the music, when mesmerised by Carlo’s playing of the cadenza, fell silent for the coda and slow movement that followed.