Pensacola Angels

They don’t often play on Government Street. Today, they're hoping to earn enough to buy supper.

Pensacola, Florida—this is an era when the town is cobblestones, iron balconies, and men in straw skimmer hats.

A trolley rolls down Palafox. Ships in the bay have smokestacks. It’s hot outside.

Young Albert is a trumpet player. He has talent. His father, the attorney, calls him lazy. He says music is a dead-end profession.

He says Albert won’t amount to anything in this world if he plays music. So, the boy works loading crates in the harbor.

On weekends, he plays with the Salvation Army Band to keep his lips in shape. They’re a good band, they play hymns in front of the bank on Government and Palafox to raise money for the poor.

The other side of Government Street:

A couple shuffles the sidewalk. Man and woman, middle-age, dressed in ratty clothes. They have accordions strapped to their chests, and tin cups with rattling with coins. They wear darkened glasses.

They are blind.

They don’t often play on Government Street. Today, they’re hoping to earn enough to buy supper.

The woman sings tunes she’s learned from the radio. She has a good ear. She can hear a melody once and play it.

Albert and the band take a break to rest their mouths and replace fluids. The fellas remove jackets and fan themselves.

This is Northwest Florida. The sun can melt a man like candle wax.

“Ssshhh,” says Albert. “You hear that?”

Everyone listens.

“I hear it,” says Trombone.

“Sounds like an accordion,” adds Bass Drum.

The band is a curious lot. They go investigate.

Albert stops walking. He listens to the music, then presses the mouthpiece against his lips to play along. French Horn finds a part to play, too. Snare Drum, Fluglehorn, and Tuba do the same.

Soon, the boys have joined the blind woman’s song. Together, they play a secular melody—which has been strictly prohibited by the Official Salvation Army Rulebook, section 207-A, paragraph 3.

It’s beautiful music. A big crowd gathers. Men in linen suits reach into pockets, tossing money. Women empty coin-purses.

The blind couple smiles so hard, they almost crack teeth. So does Albert.

They play until sunset. And I imagine Panhandle sunsets in the ’20’s were just as magnificent as today’s.

When they finish, Albert gathers cash from the pavement. He collects piles of fifty-cent pieces, dollar bills, pennies. Six hats full.

The blind woman thanks him. She cries. Albert cries. The band cries. Everyone cries. It’s more money than the couple has ever earned before.

It was only one afternoon, a few hours in history. But it was more than that. Those who saw what happened would talk about it. Their kids would retell the story. And their grandkids—which is how I heard it.

It’s a story that’s even outlasted Albert himself. A kid whose father said he wouldn’t be worth a damn in this world if he kept playing his god-forsaken trumpet.

Well.

Fathers don’t know everything.

7 comments

  1. Cherryl Shiver - March 27, 2017 10:33 am

    That Albert, he knows music is good for the soul. He could teach his Daddy some stuff.
    Shoot Albert even knows what being a true Christian is all about, the Lord will watch over that young man.

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  2. Pat - March 27, 2017 10:50 am

    Sean ~ you bring Florida, hope, humanity and life full throttle into this midwest heart.
    Thank you

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  3. Sandra Marrar - March 27, 2017 11:23 am

    What a touching story! It made my heart happy!

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  4. Susie Munz - March 27, 2017 12:15 pm

    Heartwarming! It makes such a difference when we reach out to help someone.

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  5. Sam Hunneman - March 27, 2017 1:52 pm

    Oh man. This is just fraught with so many images for me… a children’s book about a dancing donkey and a picture of a coin-littered sidewalk. Paultalk… from Peter, Paul, and Mary’s IN CONCERT album. In the intro to “Blue”, Paul, I think, speaks of the three elements of any good children’s song; the second being “…pathos – to prepare the child for later traumatic experiences”. And the scene from Disney’s DUMBO with Dumbo’s mother in chains, rocking him with her trunk through the bars.
    The sweetness, the simple humanity, the simpler times perhaps, such a welcome break from the current acts on the national stage. Thanks.

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  6. Rita Shaw Rone - March 28, 2017 12:06 am

    I think it was Fannie Flagg who said “…and this people will LIVE, because we remember them and tell their stories…” This was lovely. In my mind’s eye, I could see it happening. Rita Shaw Rone

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  7. Teri F Butler - March 28, 2017 3:00 am

    I love you and every word you write. That is all.

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