Organist Dr Edward E. Harper: from Southport to the Glasgow Athenaeum School of Music, then Kilbarchan – and Overseas

Hands playing the organ - Pixabay image

Welcome to my first podcast – I’m talking about organist Dr Edward E. Harper, the second Principal of Glasgow Athenaeum School of Music, and why I find his story so interesting.

Kilbarchan West Kirk - undergoing construction work, May 2026
Kilbarchan West currently being converted to Flats
Hi! I’m Dr Karen McAulay, a research fellow at the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.  I study the social history of various aspects, of amateur music-making and music education in Scotland.
This is my first attempt at a podcast, which I’m hosting on my own blog – Karen McAulay, Musicologist.  I’m going to be talking about a little piece of research I’ve been doing, into the life and work of a man who was briefly associated with our institution in the early twentieth century.  I’ll tell you what I’ve been researching, and why I think it’s both interesting and important.


Sometimes a side-hustle can take on a life of its own, before you realise what’s happening.  In my case, this is a piece of research into the intriguing life of Dr Edward Emanuel Harper – that I’ve pursued more out of curiosity than for his connection with my main research topic. Intersecting threads from different aspects of my research, combined with local interest – and a personal interest in organ music – made Harper an almost irresistible target for a research side-project.
Where should I begin?
The first thread is the Athenaeum itself.  Researching for my most recent book on historical Scottish music publishers, the early years of my own institution were obviously of interest – not because the Glasgow Athenaeum School of Music was engaged in music publishing, but because there would obviously be names of local musicians whose work was published either in Scotland or further afield. 
The first Athenaeum School of Music Principal, Allan Macbeth, left in 1902 when the Board decided they didn’t want a Principal who also taught.  Macbeth resigned in a huff, and opened his own music school. I traced a few of Macbeth’s compositions, and I’ve done some research into his life  – but not as extensively as I have for the second Principal, Dr Harper.
Harper had been working in Southport, which is on the north-west English coast between Blackpool and Liverpool.  He came highly recommended.  However, he only held his Athenaeum post for a couple of years (1902-1904), then resigned.  The absence of institutional records for those years means we’ll probably never know why.  Did he jump, or was he pushed? Was it a repetition of the Macbeth situation?  His resignation from a different post, some years later, was attributed in some quarters to a lack of tact, but there could have been extenuating circumstances, and we certainly shouldn’t believe all that we read in newspapers!  Anyway, it was some fifteen years before the Athenaeum School of Music had another Principal.  I outline more of the Athenaeum’s story in my book, A Social History of Amateur Music-Making and Scottish National Identity -but it’s not part of today’s podcast.
The Athenaeum School of Music thread is just one line of enquiry.  An English gentleman who moved to the West of Scotland and only stayed in his prestigious post for two years, may not have made a huge impression on the overall trajectory of the institution. 
Indeed, two years in the life of a man who lived to the age of 75 (or possibly a little older) is barely a drop in the ocean.  However, it did make me curious about the rest of his life!  That’s the second thread – to establish a basic biographical outline for Dr Harper, LRAM.
However, the aspect of most irresistible, and most immediate appeal, was neither Harper’s place in the annals of the Athenaeum, nor the tracing of his life and career, fascinating as it turns out to be.  Instead, it is one particular three-manual organ that Harper played.  This organ, and Harper’s organ-playing, has been my third line of enquiry.
You see, when Harper left the Athenaeum, he remained in the West of Scotland, and became the first organist of a spectacular new organ in the new parish church at Kilbarchan, five miles from Paisley.  The old parish church had been replaced by a large new building at the turn of the century.  The three-manual organ was gifted by an unnamed lady, and was built by an English firm called William Hill and Son.  Harper played for the inaugural recital in Autumn 1904, and stayed for five years.  The Athenaeum’s loss was clearly Kilbarchan’s gain.
And why is this of immediate interest?  It’s because the organ has recently been moved and installed at St Marien, in Prenzlau, Germany.
You see, despite being only a small village, for many years Kilbarchan had two Presbyterian churches – for reasons concerned with mid nineteenth century Church of Scotland politics. The one with the Hill organ was eventually named the West Kirk, and the other the East. In the present century, the churches combined, leaving the West Kirk redundant, and the organ needing a new home.  A home was found, organists and churches liaised, and organ builders got to work on the complex operation of dismantling, transporting and reassembling this substantial instrument.
There’s a festival and weekend conference taking place in mid-May 2026, at its inauguration in Prenzlau. The organist there, Hannes Ludwig, has a Facebook page neatly entitled ‘Hill’s Angels’, about the organs built by this firm, and the excitement about St Marien’s new instrument is – I might say – off the register, in organist circles. It’s a fantastic story.  I really wish I could go to Prenzlau, but I’m already committed to an equally important weekend engagement among.
Kilbarchan isn’t very far from Neilston, where I’m currently organist in the parish church.  The organ I play is smaller than the Kilbarchan instrument – we only have two manuals – ie, keyboards – compared to their three.  And our organ, barely a few years older, was originally powered by a person operating a manual pump.  (The stump of the lever is still visible.)  Their’s was quite possibly powered electrically from the start.  This means the organist could go and practise freely, without needing someone to pump the handle!  And there’s another difference – the Neilston instrument is still tracker action – the notes are sounded by levers connecting the keys to the opening and closing of individual pipes.  The more stops you pull out, the heavier the action.  From what I’ve read, the Kilbarchan instrument was probably always electro-pneumatic.  A bigger instrument, more stops, and less physical effort.
I’m not an organologist – incidentally, that’s actually someone who researches musical instruments of any kind, not just organs. So, what have I been researching?
Well, I’ve got a very detailed chronology of Harper’s life in England before he moved to Glasgow for the Athenaeum post.  I’ve traced where he lived after he left the Ath., and his subsequent life after he emigrated across the Atlantic. 
He seems to have been a teacher not only in institutions, but also as a private music teacher.  However, being an organist is a thread that runs throughout his life.  I’ve traced his professional education and training, and the places where he was organist.  I’m compiling quite a lengthy list of his compositions.  Not much of it is extant, and just one single piece is accessible on IMSLP.   I picked up another rare volume in a local second-hand music shop. It’s a bound volume including three of his pieces from just before he was employed by the Athenaeum. And I’m waiting excitedly for the arrival from America of another collection that I sourced on eBay.  (Having been a music librarian professionally, I do have a certain aptitude for sourcing old music!)  The latter book may not contain particularly demanding music, since it’s for American organ or harmonium, and that means, no pedals.  Nonetheless, if it contains a dozen or so pieces by Harper – AND was published by a Glasgow publisher, possibly after Harper left Scotland – then plainly I had to acquire it!  It metaphorically had my name on it.
So, in short – I’ve researched his life, his career, and his compositional output. From an institutional perspective, I wanted to know the strengths of this individual who was recommended to the Athenaeum by no less than his doctoral supervisor, Ebenezer Prout .  (If you’ve ever sung Handel’s Messiah from an ancient Novello copy, then you’ve held a piece edited by Prout.  He was a big name.) 
I can conclude that Harper was a capable teacher, organist and composer.  His compositions may not have endured any longer than his own lifetime, but he was certainly competent, and I’ll be adding the proper organ pieces to my own repertoire, although I don’t know what the American organ/ harmonium pieces will be like!  Moreover, to judge by a contemporary remark by someone who worked alongside him in his first year overseas, a huge, unquantifiable amount of music seems not even to have been published at all.
In a wider sense, it has underlined just how important a position church organists held in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.  Of course, I can’t tell how much of his income was earned by being an organist, compared to classroom or private teaching.  I sense that being an organist may have been the main part, but I don’t know enough to reach an informed conclusion here.
When he left Kilbarchan, there were no less than – wait for it – 85 applicants for the vacancy. For a small village, a short train-ride from Paisley, that’s a lot of applicants. There were clearly a lot of organists about, and the three-manual Hill organ was obviously a big draw.  To this day, it’s considered a fine instrument.
He’d never have guessed that by 2015, Kilbarchan West and East churches would have united, and the West Kirk would have been vacated.  Nor that the magnificent three-manual organ would have been relocated to Germany, to such great acclaim.
We went to Kilbarchan earlier this week.  It’s still a small village of only 3,600 or so people, and that could be the largest it has ever been.  I’d have liked to have stood on the doorstep that Dr Harper finally left in summer 1909.  However, there were fences up, and construction workers buzzing around.  It was sold almost exactly a year ago at auction, with planning permission for 17 flats.  
The doors were open, but I wasn’t going to intrude upon a building site.  It felt as though I’d chanced upon a quietly significant moment in time: the organ re-purposed and brought back to glowing life in a new country, and the church itself re-configured for secular use in the present day.  I wonder what Edward Harper would have made of these changes?
We’ll never know!  [pause]
Any more than we’ll know why he left the Athenaeum in Spring 1904!
 

A Blue Ribbon – I Stand Corrected

I’m English, although I’ve lived in Scotland most of my adult life – and I live in Glasgow,  not Dundee.  I’ve never entered the Leng Scots Song competitions.  However,  I do own a Leng silver medal – I got it on eBay, because I wanted one to illustrate postings about my Leng Medal research project. I put it on a bonnie red tartan ribbon and felt quite pleased with myself. 

My faux pas – the decidedly wrong ribbon!

But there’s a wee problem! I learnt this week that silver medals came on a narrow blue ribbon. My red tartan gave me away as a rookie. Suitably embarrassed, I rooted around in my ribbons bag and found something more suitable.


And – breathe! That’s better.

(If today’s blog post is the first you’ve heard of my research project, then you can find out more about it here, and you can get in touch with me here. It’s not too late!)


(Cover pic: Nelson books to the left, Leng books to the right.)

A Teenager! (Should I Bake a Cake?)

Facebook has just reminded me that it’s thirteen years since the book launch of my first monograph. Surely I should celebrate somehow? Should I bake it a cake? (Any excuse for a cake!)

Book launch in the Whittaker Library, 13 years ago

Saxophones, Singing and Harp Strings

The launch had a saxophone ensemble playing arrangements of songs that Alexander Campbell had collected for his two Albyn’s Anthology volumes (1816, 1818). Robyn Stapleton sang with a piano trio.  And my friend clarsach player Karen Marshalsay played a tune she had written for me.  It was a great celebration, and another milestone for me, the woman who never submitted her first doctoral thesis in the mid 1980s, but had completed another one a quarter of a century later.

We had another no less triumphant, but smaller scholarly launch at the 2013 Musica Scotica conference.

I remain totally convinced that my second research career has been better in every respect than the first abortive attempt. Different subject.  A different environment.  Much more impact. And, with no offence to anyone working on mediaeval music, significantly more useful in the librarianship career I had dedicated myself to. The Royal Conservatoire of Scotland does offer a traditional music degree, so historical Scottish song collections are of some interest, whilst I suspect fewer of our undergraduates would have been excited by cantus firmus treatment in 15th century polyphony!

My research changed me, and changed my subsequent career. So yes, I do need to celebrate Our Ancient National Airs‘ thirteenth birthday.

Before I get started on the first chapter of my next, third book.

Silver and Gold Leng Medal Memories, Update no.2. Uplifting Conversations

A Silver Leng Medal for Scots song singing

After some years researching the history of printed Scottish music and Scottish music publishing, I’m currently using oral history (talking to people about their memories) to find out what they recall about Dundee’s Leng Medal Scots Song Competitions. Did participation lead to a lifetime of music and song? Or stage fright?!  What do people remember?

I began the project a couple of months ago, and I posted an update a month ago. It feels like time I posted another one, so here goes!

You’d be surprised how many people remember their music teachers. You’d also be surprised how many people have kept their Leng medals! For gold medal winners, Mozart Allan’s Morven Scottish song book was a prize for a number of years,  certainly into the 1970s. From the late 1990s, the prize changed to Wilma Paterson and Alasdair Gray’s lavish Songs of Scotland, published in 1996.

Are there any gold medallists out there from the 1980s or 1990s? What was your prize book? Have you still got it?

What I find so enjoyable about this project, is how uplifting these conversations are! Participants talk with such enthusiasm and affection about singing in school – not just in the Leng Medal competitions – and about other musical activities that enriched their childhood. Sir John Leng would be astonished at the impact his endowment has had.  I wish he could be a fly on the wall!

I haven’t nearly finished my interviews yet – as a part-time researcher, I’m just slowly and steadily making progress. Indeed, I’m heading to Dundee tomorrow for some face-to-face meetings. And then on Thursday, I’ll see about sending out some more meeting invites.

(If today’s posting is the first you’ve heard of my research project, then you can find out more about it here, and you can get in touch with me here. It’s not too late!)

Yesteryear: a First Novel by Caro Claire Burke

Reviewed by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett as Book of the Day in The Guardian, and an ‘instant Sunday Times top ten bestseller‘ on Amazon, the basic plot of this novel is the juxtaposition of the two different lives of our heroine Natalie – as modern social media influencer par excellence on the one hand, and virtual prisoner on a devoutly Christian farmstead in 1855, on the other. Modern Natalie was living the dream as a traditional Christian wife – a ‘tradwife’ –  but she wasn’t exactly depicting their farmstead life completely honestly. Her followers saw her living a simple country life – but not all the extra help that enabled her to do it.

In my own 1904 house, last Friday saw me condemned to a few days without a working washing machine – handwashing essentials at the kitchen sink in what was originally the scullery/wash-house. I felt as though I was reenacting the drudgery of an earlier age – but still with modern detergents and fabric conditioner.

What does this have to do with someone else’s first novel? Well, my own temporary ‘step back in time’ meant that the fundamental premise of Burke’s first novel certainly resonated with me, and I rushed to order a copy. (After all, I deserved a treat in between wringing wet washing and hanging it out to drip-dry!)

I’m not always enamoured of novels where chapters alternate between different viewpoints or different eras, but it was tightly written, insofar as there weren’t too many characters to hold in mind at any particular time. After a couple of chapters in each era, I was engrossed, wondering how exactly the author was going to resolve the bottom-line question: if Natalie had somehow slipped into a time-warp, then how? And how was she going to get back? And what was going to happen to the family she left behind in 1855?, assuming she would eventually be returned to the present-day for good.

Some characters were less convincing than others. Mary, the oldest girl in 1855, was quite frankly a bit of a bitch, and it surprised me that 1855 Natalie was so submissive towards her own teenage daughter. Moreover, Old Caleb in 1855 was a domestic tyrant, and would have been guilty of rape in modern terms – there was nothing to like about him.   By contrast, the modern-day rather feeble and unmotivated Caleb was unexciting rather than unpleasant, but despite being an unsatisfactory and rather disinterested lover, he somehow still fathered a big family.  Reviewer Lucy Cosslett highlights other aspects which don’t ring true – I don’t need to reiterate them here.

I’m not going to spoil it for you – the denouement certainly came as a surprise, but it did make sense.  I t was darker than I’d expected, but then again, Burke had got Natalie into such a predicament that it’s hard to imagine any happy-ever-after ending that would have been truly satisfactory.

Whether you can label something as a top ten bestseller, one-third of the way though the year, is a moot point, but I certainly found it hard to put down. Currently at a bargain price  – you can’t go wrong, really!

Pear-Shaped. When it’s Nobody’s Fault, but the Tech doesn’t seem to Work

A pear still on the tree. Pixabay image

So, here we have a situation! Thoroughly Modern Millie (that’s me) has embraced Microsoft Bookings and Microsoft Forms, and the people I’m hoping to interview for my research project can book a time to chat with me online via Teams. (Or, indeed, in person in Dundee – at a few agreed times when I’ll actually be there!) I did several test-runs of the booking/meeting process with my patient and willing friends, and it all seemed to work smoothly. I particularly wanted to test it with people who didn’t have Microsoft Teams and would have to start from scratch. After the test-runs, it was “All Systems Go”, and I started on the interviews. I’m having a great time listening to people’s Leng Medal memories, though I do still have a lot more folk I’m hoping to speak to!

But if a scheduled Teams meeting doesn’t happen – by which I mean, I click on the link on my calendar at the appointed time, but the other person doesn’t check in – then that suggests that there’s a problem.

A Teams call isn’t a phone-call. The other person’s phone won’t ring, or buzz, at the meeting time. It’s more like Skype, Zoom or Google-meet. They will have got an email with a link to click. Clicking on that link should eventually take them to a Teams screen showing me waiting at my laptop.

My Brainwave (or was it?!)

For me, the frustrating thing is not knowing exactly what people are seeing when they click on that link! It’s hard to offer words of advice, when I don’t know what they’re encountering. I wondered if I could arrange a Teams meeting between myself on my work laptop, and myself on my mobile phone, which I could screenshot to demonstrate how it works. So … I emailed myself (the potential interviewee) a link to a Microsoft Bookings page. This is the email subject heading:-

And this is what my Researcher self said to my At-Home self. I soon began to feel as though I had a split personality:-

So, my At-Home self clicks on the blue Book a meeting – and this comes up. I have to pick a date and time, then click Next:-

At this point, the potential interviewee will have to verify their email – they will receive a verification code that they need to input. And then they’ll be guided through installing the Teams app. If they already have a Microsoft account, they can use that, or they can join as a Guest:-




Now my At-Home self receives a hyperlink for joining the meeting at the chosen time. (There’s also a meeting ID and passcode beneath these.)

How to Attend a Teams Meeting if you haven’t got Teams on your Device

1. On your Mobile Phone

If you’re using a mobile phone, and you haven’t already got Teams, you’ll be invited to download the app, using Google’s PlayStore or Apple’s App Store.

Here, I stopped the experiment, because my phone wanted me to log into my work Microsoft account, and plainly I couldn’t converse with myself from one and the same account!

2. Attending a Teams Meeting on a Computer

I turned to my own personal laptop. Clicking on the Join your Teams meeting link offered the choice of ‘Continue on this browser’ or ‘Join on the Teams app’, followed by, ‘Don’t have the app? Download it now.’ My personal laptop is old – it would only let me continue on the browser. (Shall we just say that operating two laptops side-by-side makes for a completely impossible interview, but I was able to open the meeting on both laptops, so in theory I was conversing with ‘myself’ …. )

The Teams app

I’m assuming that the Teams app would then take you to your appointment. Anyway, you’ll need to click to ‘Join’ the meeting at your chosen time. No bells will ring, no lights will flash. On my work laptop, a reminder comes up, and I can click on that to get into the meeting. Or I can access it via my Outlook calendar.

If it all goes Pear-Shaped

Well, we still have emails! And I’m also arranging some face-to-face interviews in Dundee. One way or another, I’m sure we can find a way to share those precious Leng Medal memories. Because every interview has given me fresh insights and some lovely stories stretching way back into people’s childhoods.

Pear Image by Hans Benn from Pixabay

Tech. Techity-Techity-Tech (and the Persistent Pensioner)

Pixabay cartoon of woman climbing a mountain of assorted laptops etc

I mentioned that my notes are full of JPGs – newspaper clippings from the British Newspaper Archive. It’s a very important source of data in my line of research. But there is an obvious disadvantage to this: the info in the clips is unsearchable, because it’s just captured in JPGs. The British Newspaper Archive text recognition works, but the amount of fine editing required is too time-consuming. Something had to be done.

Now, Microsoft 365 offers a dictate function,  but  – I wondered if it was a company policy – I couldn’t use it. No problem, though: over the weekend, I had a series of Teams meetings ‘with myself’; dictated and used Teams to transcribe my clips; and pasted the transcriptions into my notes. Sorted! Moreover, it had the added advantage of forcing me to read every single word, and noticing a few more tiny details that I might otherwise have overlooked or forgotten.

Today (Monday) was a working day – well, a working morning, if I’m honest – and I decided that I really needed to pursue whether there was a better way. I got in touch with our very patient and helpful IT department, and multiple attempts were made this afternoon – it took quite a while – but we couldn’t get my microphone to work in Microsoft Word. Software was reinstalled – but still, nothing. I arranged another meeting for another day, and resigned myself to Plan A – the Teams ‘meetings-with-self’.

But it was niggling me, and I did a bit more googling and experimentation. Suddenly – and I don’t know how or why it happened – there I was. In SharePoint, looking at my weekend notes, and adding to them just by speaking. What’s more, a bit more playing around saw me dictating to the same document on my own very old laptop. It’s a twenty-first century miracle! Whether the reinstallation of software had anything to do with it, I don’t know – I can’t claim to have done it all by myself.

I may have spent much of my weekend, most of my non-researching afternoon and a little bit of this evening fiddling around, but it’s time well-spent. I do feel quietly proud that I’ve reached a solution to the problem, with or without assistance, and that this particular semi-retired Fellow still has enough nous to exploit technology appropriately.

To celebrate, I’ll listen to my favourite Leroy Anderson piece – The Typewriter. At the start of my career, I did the RSA Typing qualifications to Stage 3 – certified typing speed and all. How different things are with today’s modern technology!

Leroy Anderson – The Typewriter, conducted by Andrzej Kucybała

Cover Image by Richard Duijnstee from Pixabay

Hammer and Pliers (not habitual Research Tools)

Song Gems (Scots) embossed song book cover, gold on olive green

The morning started well. I was so early arriving at the dentist that the receptionist made me a coffee, and I was back off the bus in Govan, five minutes after my Partick appointment should have started. (Don’t worry – no hammer or pliers were needed there. I just had a filling replaced. The nougat my son bought me had a lot to answer for!)

With more morning left than I anticipated, I turned to look at the proofs of my article about the Song Gems (Scots). Tweaking the abstract (still no hammer or pliers in sight), I decided I ought to look at the cover again, before using the word ‘beneath’. But there was a problem …

I blamed my boxing-up and un-boxings occasioned by the rewire and redecorating projects, but only I could be blamed – no-one else was permitted near my precious research materials. Whilst I was still in a state of panic, I moved the duet piano stool to get better access to the bookshelf.

The bottom fell out of my world. Or, more correctly, out of the duet piano stool. Did I say I had time in hand? The hammer and pliers are easily accessible, but the tool-box containing nails is far less so.

The regular piano music is now back IN the piano stool; the tool-box is back under the stairs; and the prodigal Song Gems (Scots) has been found hiding in a pile of equally big, heavy books that are too tall for the allocated bookshelf. Proofs have been read, a bio written and the abstract perfected.

I could not use the word, ‘beneath’. Good thing I checked!

Kilbarchan to Southport to Ottawa to Vancouver: Organist on the Move

So, we’ve talked about the church organ which has been relocated from Kilbarchan  (near Paisley in the west of Scotland) to Prenzlau in Germany.  Well, the first organist to play the instrument in Kilbarchan, went on to travel a whole lot further than that.

Edward Emanuel Harper

I’ve collated a lengthy document about the Glasgow Athenaeum’s second Principal. He was only with us a couple of years, of course. After that, he was Kilbarchan’s organist a little bit longer.

The family went briefly back to Southport, before heading to Ottawa – for a year – and then settled in Vancouver.

My notes are full of clips from newspapers. I traced his first Canadian year as an organist in Ottawa – and some snippets of genealogical data in Vancouver. But nothing of his teaching, and no trace of a large compositional output. I’ve looked at library and archive catalogues. Even a promising entry to his ‘archive’ leads to one piece, contributed anonymously by post in 1971. I’ve seen a digital copy of it. It was self-published.

So What?

You might ask  – I’ve already asked myself  – why I need to know? (Apart from the fact that these little research questions tend to take on a life of their own!)  And I think it’s because Harper was plainly a gifted individual  – a PhD from Dublin, an LRAM, a brilliant proponent of Chopin, sought after as an organist and recitalist, and a prolific composer.

So where is his Canadian output, in manuscript or published?

And what led him to resign from the Athenaeum, seen by many as a ‘plum’ job? Our records are missing for that era. Did we let a genius slip away? Or were there difficulties that history has graciously concealed?!

Image: St Andrew’s Church, Ottawa (Copyright: Jamie McCaffrey, Flickr)

Kilbarchan to Prenzlau

It was 2018 when the BBC posted the story of a magnificent three-manual organ built by Hill and Son, which was being taken out of Kilbarchan West Church – no longer needed after a merger – and transported to Prenzlau:-

‘Wonderful’ church organ sent to Germany

The Hill organ at Kilbarchan West Parish Church (photo from Kilbarchan West website). *

It has taken a while – Covid got in the way – but in May 2026, there’s going to be an organ festival to celebrate the inauguration of the organ in its new home.

Festival website

Former Athenaeum Principal Inaugurated Kilbarchan Organ

Well, I’m excited, even though I don’t think I can justify going all that way. (Or can I?) You see, I’ve been researching the second Principal of the Glasgow Athenaeum – Dr Edward Emanuel Harper, who was only with us for two years, 1902-1904. After that, he left. There are no records extant to say why he left. But within a few months, by September 1904, he had been appointed organist of …

Kilbarchan Church.

He played the inaugural recital for the new Hill & Son organ.

British Newspaper Archive: Paisley & Renfrewshire Gazette – Saturday 22 October 1904

I won’t tell you his whole story here – I already mentioned him, only a few weeks ago. By 1909 he had gone back to Stockport, accepted a job offer in Canada, been widowed before they had even moved to Canada, but still moved his young family to Canada as planned, and started a new life. And then another new life on the opposite side of Canada a year later.

Part of his fascination for me is his elusiveness, I must admit. Why did he leave the Athenaeum? What persuaded him to return to his home-town, or to cross the Atlantic? I do know a little about what happened when he got there. And I’ve traced his publications in the UK, but can only find only one published in Canada. Why? It’s hard to imagine he didn’t publish any more.

But most pressingly – do I want to go and hear the rebuilt organ which was, originally, only a few miles away from Neilston, where I am currently organist? After all, I’m not researching organ-building, or organ music. And  Harper wasn’t a Scot, or published in Scotland – but he WAS briefly our Principal.  I’m drawn to the story and the connections  …


* The original Kilbarchan church was more recently known as Kilbarchan West Parish Church, before it combined with Kilbarchan East. At that point, the united congregation elected to use the East Church.