For the first time he realized he might have an organ of his own, so he sent for the book with high expectations.

Unfortunately the materials needed to begin, while cheap and easily come by in England, were not available in a prairie town, nor did he have the necessary woodworking machinery.

Then, a few years later, he got lucky! He had a chance to visit the city and on visiting the church where he had first touched the keys of a pipe organ, he found the organ tuner at work. This man came from an organ factory in Toronto in Spring and Fall, and told the young man that when his Fall trip came, he would take the young hopeful as an assistant on his trip, and give him a job in the factory! In October of that year, the young man joined the tuner in Saskatoon, and held down the keys for him while he tuned the pipes in the organ above.

On the way East, they stopped in Winnipeg. The young man's boss took him to a big church which had a fine, large Casavant organ of 4 keyboards and one for the feet, called Pedals. Casavant organs were, and still are, made in St. Hyacinthe, Quebec. There are many makes of organs, but the Casavants have the reputation of being the best in the world, but are also very expensive to buy......... although being so well built, they last longer than other makes.

As they gazed upon the huge instrument, nearly 40 feet wide by 18 feet deep and over 20 feet high, the boss prophesied "Some day this organ will be for sale. This church is losing its congregation to the suburbs."

Years later, while attending an army summer school in Winnipeg, the young man remembered the words his boss had said that night. At the first opportunity he visited the church, and asked the janitor if he might try the organ. "Help yourself," the janitor replied. "The church has been sold and will be torn down this coming fall. Do you want to buy the organ? You can speak to that man over by the pulpit, if you like, he is responsible for selling it."

The young man had saved up some money by this time, and, without a hope that it might be accepted, offered it to the official. To his great surprise, he was told "You've bought yourself an organ! Only you must get it out of here in 2 months' time."

As he stood before the great instrument looming above him, the young man thought "Good Lord! What have I done? How will I ever get this monster back home, and where will I put it? Somehow, I'll get it playing again in my own home, although I haven't the faintest idea how or when that may be."

Years were to pass, and much hard work, before his dream became a reality.