Along with teaching me things, the blessings that followed were so astounding, I'm not sure I can find the words that would adequately describe it here. I mentioned that I became a member of Local 230 of the Musician's Union in Mason City. They were a part of the American Federation of Musicians. I became active with the River City Barbershop Chorus; a men's organization in Mason City.
I also became a member of the Britt Lions Club. They are affiliated with Lions International; which has a membership worldwide of 1.4000000. This year, the Lions celebrated our 100th anniversary as a group.
Besides all that I've mentioned in the foregoing, God was using people to try & make life a little better for me. My Mother was production foreman at Britt Tech Corporation in Britt. Knowing of my plight, the President of this corporation made it possible for me to do some piece work for the company. I would also play organ, for various functions they would have; whether it was a Christmas Party, or something else. I was paid quite generously for my musical offerings.
In February, 1974, I took part in a Telethon for Cancer; held at Mayo Civic Auditorium in Rochester, Minnesota. My Mom, aunt & uncle, Curt, my brother, & I made the trip to Rochester. It was a great experience. I remember it was after midnight, when I performed. What I remember most, was that it was the time of night where musicians who had finished playing their gig would come & perform for this telethon.
I'm going to get ahead of myself a little bit, because this part is so interesting. The host for the Cancer Telethon was Bernie Lusk. He had done this for many years. When I lived in Fairmont, Minnesota, we played a gig in Byron, Minnesota. Bernie Lusk happened to be there that night. At intermission, I got to go & talk to him; as well as the rest of the group. It had been quite some time since I had played at the Telethon. I told him, that I didn't know if he'd remember me, but I remembered him. "Oh really?" was his inquiry. "How so?" he asked. I asked him, if he ever remembered a blind man from Britt who played at the Cancer Telethon. When he said that he did, & I told him that I was that man, he was both surprised & delighted.
It's said, that good things happen for those who wait. I was reaping in the harvest as far as the blessings God was giving me.
Submitted by Gary Gjerstad