Here's a picture of the Episcopal Church in Northeast at which Dad (Raymond Biddle) pumped the bellows for the organ. He took me to this church on the week day we visited. He told how he was paid, I believe, a nickel to pump the bellows for the old organ. His place was in a small room behind the organ. The room had a window and upon occasion he would sneak out during the long sermon to play with other boys in the church yard. One Sunday the organist started to play the closing hymn and the air started to run out because he wasn't pumping. The tune turned slowly down a couple of keys until he could dive back through the window and bring the air back up to full force. He didn't say whether he lost his weekly job.
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