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When Mother died on Christmas day last year, a whole era died with her, not only for me as her daughter, but for everyone close to herher family; occupants of the house she lived in where she was the uncontested heart for so many years; close friends and students of the Gurdjieff teaching, whom she helped to a better understanding of themselves or encouraged to develop sides of themselves scarcely guessed at by anyone; and other lives she touched obliquely or only once or twice. Wherever she touched, she gave. Yes, she was a giver. Whether it was attention, love, soul food, a warm blanket or a delicious dinner you needed, she found what it was and then provided it or a rich alternative. She deepened our deepest questions and helped us see new aspects and dimensions in them and in ourselves. Whatever our need she focused on how to provide what was necessary or help us nd it for ourselves. She gave us so much in addition to mothering, hugging away bad dreams, rmly chiding to call out the best in us. She even tried to teach me cookingand she was an expert who could turn even wartime shortages into an innite variety of pasta or potato dishes. I have long regretted that I resisted her efforts because she was too good a cook and, feeling I could never match her talent, decided not to try. It is amazing that she had so much love to give, considering that she received so little as a child. Born in New York of Ukrainian immigrant parents in l905, she was taken in reluctantly by her grandparents when her mother died soon after. They told her they were her parents and left her largely alone, though she was visited infrequently by her father, who was introduced to her as an uncle, until he died when she was ten. Deceit and half-truths were hidden in every family relationship, and her happiest childhood memories were from outside the home; of school and Saturdays in Fairmont Park, at the public library or in the peanut gallery at concerts of the famed Philadelphia Philharmonic. Forced to leave school at twelve and work wrapping parcels in the basement of Strawbridge & Clothier, alarge department store, in order to bring home money for the family, she became seriously anemic. Luckily she was cared for by a friendly doctor who insisted she was not well enough to return to work, and sent her back to school. She told me only a few years ago that the day he told her this was the happiest day of her life. In Mothers early teens a psychologist took an interest in her exceptional intelligence, conducted experiments with her and even asked to adopt her, but by then Mother had had enough of pseudo-parents and refused outright to belong to someone else. Although this woman arranged a full scholarship for Mother at Alfred University, she turned against her in the middle of Mothers senior year, giving her no choice but to leave college with only $17 in her pocket and head for the nearest big town to nd a job. Never a complainer, Mother rose to yet another occasion that could have induced feelings of helplessness, discouragement and distrust in a lesser soul. The next day she walked into the ofces of the Rochester Democrat and explained her desperate need of a job to a kind older man who turned out to be the managing editor. He admired her courage. He gave her a shot at cub reporting in the newspapers morgue where she wrote obituaries day after day until her lucky break came. When a re broke out in a downtown building and there was no reporter immediately available to cover it, she was sent to do the job and from then on was a part of the reporting staff. Always a quick learner, she was hired a few years later by the New York American, becoming in her early twenties both fashion editor and Mother Manhattan, who provided advice to the lovelorn. (Wrote Walter Winchell in his column: Louise Michel has gone from bad to Hearst!) In those exciting years of the late 1920s she thrived among New Yorks intellectual elite and met her journalist rst husband on the upper deck of an open-top Fifth Avenue bus on the way to a lecture by A.R. Orage, the well-known English editor. Orage became a father gure to her and introduced her to the teachings of G.I. Gurdjieff. Abandoned by her rst husband a few years later during the depression, she had two young children to raise and began writing advertising copy for Benton & Bowles in 1934. There she met WilliamJ. Welch, an up-and-coming adman, but held off marrying him for seven years, not wanting a family of three to burden his career shift when he decided to chuck advertising and go to medical school. In l936, Mother was appointed director of the writers project of the Work Project Administration for the state of Connecticut. When she moved to New York with her new husband in 1941, she continued to write books and articles, but her deepest interest was now focused on the Gurdjieff teaching. She attended P.D. Ouspenskys lectures in New York and later took active part in Mme Ouspenskys work at Franklin Farms, in Mendham, New Jersey. After Gurdjieffs death in l949, Mother became one of the leading gures in the newly established Gurdjieff Foundation of New York City and later assisted the founding of similar institutions in Toronto and Halifax. In l982, feeling that Orage had never received the recognition he was due as the principal disseminator of the Gurdjieff teaching in the United States, she wrote a vivid account of those years called Orage with Gurdjieff in America, (Routledge & Kegan Paul) which has been translated into French. Louise Welch died peacefully in her 95th year with her family gathered around her, as gentle and loving in dying as she was in life.
As David Young said at her funeral, Mrs. Welch had a large family each one of us felt we had a special place in her heart. Copyright 2000 Patty Welch Llosa Photo of Louise Welch 1985 Martha Henrickson This webpage 2000 Gurdjieff Electronic Publishing Featured: Spring 2000 Issue, Vol. III (2) Revision: October 1, 2000
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humanity in his spiritual son. Gurdjieff said, if you work for your life you also work for your death. Dr. Welch worked for his life, and the lives of others. Dr. Welch was born on September 12, 1911, in Eau Claire, Wisconsina town he described in his autobiography as having one of everything. In 1929, he graduated The Blake School, near Minneapolis, Minnesota, and attended Yale College, where he graduated in 1933. A loyal Yale man, in later years he would reminisce about the monumentally wastrel existence he pursued there, but his brilliant use of language, thoughtful approach to medical and human fact, and lifelong love of the study of American and world history suggested that he had not spent his time quite so prodigally as alleged. An initial position in advertising, with Benton & Bowles, left him unsatised and he quickly reoriented his career into medicine. He graduated the College of Physicians and Surgeons, Columbia University, in 1942, and completed his internship and a residency in cardiology at Bellevue Hospital in New York. From 1942 through 1946, he participated as a captain in the U.S. Army Medical Corps in a malaria research project under the direction of Dr. James Shannon, who later became director of the National Institutes of Health. In 1950 through 1955, he was in private practice in Princeton, New Jersey, where he and his wife Louise shared a home with the legendary dean of Princeton University, Christian Gauss; I understand that the two families would meet mainly in the common kitchen, where tacit but binding rules governed times for conversation and times for privacy. Returning to New York City, where he practiced privately from 1955 through 1981, he was afliated with New York University Medical Center and Doctors Hospital, and was Medical Director of the New York Cardiac Center in Yonkers. Many of us will recall our unspoken pride and involuntary feeling of personal safety during his tenure as president of what was then the New York Heart Association, in 1967 through 1969; that institution is now an afliate of the American Heart Association. Until this year, Dr. Welch retained his rank at NYU as an Associate Professor of Clinical Medicine. In the 1950s and 60s, Dr. Welch wrote a syndicated newspaper column called Dr. Welch Says, on medical issues, and conducted a call-in radio show, Ask Dr. Welch, again on medical issues. Always quick to appreciate those who know their trade well, he rened through these activities the lively style that adds to the pleasure of reading his 1972 autobiography, to which he gave the title What Happened in Between: A Doctors Story. It might as well have been titled The Education of William Welch, as its sustained clarity, verve, and awless listening to the resources of language recall one of the great American autobiographies, The Education of Henry Adams. Dr. Welchs private practice of medicine was paralleled by public practiceactivities serving the larger community. Along this avenue of endeavor, he responded to a distinguished patients invitation to provide the intellectual framework for the Emily Davie and Joseph S.Kornfeld Foundation, which focuses on medicine and human dignity, particularly in the closing phase of life. Dr. Welch was instrumental with Prof. John Fletcher, rst and current holder of the Kornfeld Chair of Bioethics at the University of Virginia, in the founding of The Center for Biomedical Ethics at that university. Dr. Welch was also an active member of the advisory board to Howmedica, a division of Pzer. In later years, Dr. Welch took pleasure in his membership in The Century Association, a New York club where he annually exhibited the honorable results of his late-found avocation, oil painting. He also felt it a considerable achievement to have been invited to do the voice over for the celebrated lm, Places in the Heart, directed by his friend Robert Benton. His membership in the Screen Actors Guild as a result of that venture struck him as a sign of successful retirement from medical practice. From 1984 until his death, Dr. Welch was President of the Gurdjieff Foundation in New York City and advisor to afliated Canadian organizations, the Society for Traditional Studies in Toronto and the Association for Experimental Studies in Halifax, both of which he co-founded with his wife Louise. From the mid-1950s, Dr. Welch and his wife had a wide circle of friends of all ages with whom they shared their understanding of the Gurdjieff teaching. Dr. Welch was a worldly man, contributing vigorously in many walks of life. But to which world, exactly, did he belong? To many, I would say. As a physician, he belonged closely and loyally to this world, the world of hearts and vessels, CAT scans and hope for the best. As a friend and advisor, he belonged also to this world, where our lives play out with their fair share of tragedy and comedy; he knew how to help. But surely in his most intimate being, which one heard at times in his words and felt in his attitude, he belonged also to another world, a spiritual world. He had not really anticipated this, I think; but he was honest enough to recognize good evidence and vulnerable enough to be moved by it. He would say on occasion to Jeanne deSalzmann, Gurdjieffs successor and a woman he both respected and lovedhe would say, Madame, your secret is safe with me, by which he meant that since he didnt really understand what she was saying, he could be trusted not to repeat it. But I suspect her secret was not so safe, after all; he understood quite well. He was sometimes taken by surprise by the depth of his own feeling and vision. He and some friends of his conducted, in the basement of the townhouse we shared, what amounted to an 18th century Academy of Art. It met weekly among the water pipes and electrical conduit, none the worse for its setting. And for the most part, his own paintings were increasingly skilled exercises in traditional realistic oil painting. But once, working with the others to meet who knows what unusual challenge in a quick-drying medium, gouache or something of the kind, he permitted himself to paint a spontaneous vision: the vision of a landscape, balmy and expansive with a sparkling blue skyand white stairs mysteriously mounting here and there, as if oating within or above the landscape. Looking at it while he cheerfully explained that he had no idea where the image came from, I realized at once that when the time came, he would know his way. Dr. Welch, bless your eyes. Copyright 2000 Roger Lipsey This webpage 2000 Gurdjieff Electronic Publishing Featured: Spring 2000 Issue, Vol. III (2) Revision: April 1, 2000
[The complete text is available in the printed copy of this issue.] ~~ Traditional Studies Press has published a recording of Dr. Welch reading Ren Daumals Mount Analogue. Dr. Welch saw this book as a many-facetted jewel, and appreciated its poetry, its humor and its truth. He reads it with great gusto and delight. Look for it at: www.traditionalstudiespress.com.
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Dr. William Welch likened Beelzebubs Tales to His Grandson to an elephantine allegory of the meaning of life and the purpose of mans existence, a book difcult for the uninitiated to penetrate, but described by one critic as a veritable ying cathedral of a book, and by another as a true source of knowledge unparalleled in the twentieth century.1 This book, as read by Dr. Welch, is soon to be released in compact disc format. In this recording, we hear an authentic voice, resonant, powerful, deep and rich. Whenever Dr. Welch was visiting the Foundation groups in Toronto or Halifax, he was always the one who was asked to read Beelzebubs Tales, and for many years he read frequently at the New York Foundation as well as Armonk. He reads with gusto and lan. It is clear that he loves the book and knows it well. But something else lends authority to his reading. At the time of the recording, he was one of the ever-smaller number of people still alive who had known Gurdjieff. He met Gurdjieff in the 1930s, took an active part in the New York group in the following years, and eventually became the president of the Gurdjieff Foundation in New York, a post he occupied for the last thirteen years of his life. When Gurdjieff was in New York, Dr. Welch would meet with him almost every night and participate in his movements classes and
groups. Of course Dr. Welch also knew Ouspensky, attending his lectures in New York, and he also joined in the work at Franklin Farms with Mme Ouspensky. But it was primarily his relationship with Gurdjieff that informed his reading of Beelzebubs Tales. During the time that Gurdjieff was very ill, Dr. Welch was called on by Gurdjieffs doctors to obtain a very new medicine. Gurdjieff was told the medicine would be sent immediately. Why not Doctor come? Gurdjieff asked. So within hours, Dr. Welch had his rst passportthrough a friend in the State Departmentand was ying from New York to Paris to serve as attending physician through what would prove to be the last days of Gurdjieffs life. Dr. Welch examined Gurdjieff as soon as he walked in the door of his at in the rue des Colonels Renard and told Gurdjieff that he belonged in a hospital. To the amazement of the other doctors in attendance, who for several days had been telling him the same thing, Gurdjieff agreed. Dr. Welch writes: I shall not try to describe the actual moment of his death, for although I was present, and the events that occurred were unique in my experience, I do not know their signicance and have no way of expressing them in a proper context For myself, what I must acknowledge is that the death of Gurdjieff was the death of a man not in quotation marks. And I have seen many men die.2 In the fall of 1992, a few people close to Dr. Welch, realizing how privileged they were to hear him read, wished to record his telling of Beelzebubs Tales to His Grandson for future generations. Their rst thought was to use a recording studio, but Dr. Welch, then eighty years of age, was already having trouble walking. A studio was just not practical. Instead, the recording took place in the Welch apartment, where a little group gathered to lend their attention to the reading. Thus it became a Work projectwith an eye not only on the future but also on the present moment. High-quality recording equipment was purchased, and the readings were held on Sunday nights starting at 9:00 p.m. Dr. Welch would read for about half an hour and then there would be discussion, sometimes lasting until almost midnight. This recording, although less polished than any studio recording would have been, is much more vital. At the apartment, the window was always open a little. Dr. Welch liked it that way. Sometimes we hear from outdoors the sounds of the citya siren or the cry of children. Sometimes we hear the sound of rustling paper. Sometimes Dr. Welch or Mrs. Welch comments briey. The recording project ended two years before Dr. Welchs death. His voice was still resonant and had more warmth and feeling than ever before, but the pace of his reading had become slower and slower. He was going blind. As he said more than once: Old age is not for sissies.
Finally, he was reading the last chapters from a special machine that magnied the type. This was very cumbersome because he had to move the paper continually under the machine to make each new word appear. Even so, he would sometimes get into a rhythm and it would go very well. Dr. Welch died before recording the last part of the chapter on America. This missing section, read by one of his lves, is included in this recording to make it complete. There is no doubt that Dr. Welch honoured and revered Gurdjieffbut he was no sycophant. He reads with a twinkle in his voice. He questions everything. In the last few years of his life, he often repeated the statement: We dont need answers. What we need are better questions! In everything he did, he always retained a delightful sense of irreverent humour in keeping with the tone of much of Beelzebubs Tales itself. The following selections from Dr. Welchs autobiographical book, What Happened in Between, may serve to provide a glimpse of his earthy wisdom, his humour, his mastery of the English language, and the lighter side of his relationship with Gurdjieff: His abdominal girth was heroic and his presence in the Turkish bath, while not gargantuan, was at least the match of Rodins Balzac. He held court, when in New York, in the vast hot room of the Luxor baths on West Forty-sixth Street, an iced towel ipped around his bald head, his tiny feet splayed out under his vast belly above the expanse of which he poured himself tumblers of Perrier water, belching roundly, proclaiming with gutty satisfaction to no one in particular, Bravo, Perrier! 3 Dr. Welch continues his verbal sketch of the scene in the Turkish baths: Other patrons must have wondered at the enigmatic, caramel coloured, ercely moustached gure of Gurdjieff picking his way with feline grace from the hot room to the steam room to the Russian room, ultimately to lead his band of followers to the marble staircase going down into the neo-renaissance pool We would line up on either side of him as he took a sitting position in the middle at the top of the staircase At measured intervals, we would follow his lead in unison, and slip down one step at a time, until we were nally sitting chin deep in the chilly pool. I was astounded to read some years later that among the bemused adepts who participated in this droll ritual, one believed himself to have been initiated into some special level of illumination in the course of his gradual, and ultimately total, immersion. I am afraid my only illumination derived from the shuddering chill to which I never became wholly acclimated, as my fundament and its anterior appendages were nally plunged into the icy water.4 Much of Gurdjieffs teaching was imparted while dining:
I, seven-times Doctor, Gurdjieff said to me one night as I sat next to him, nishing his soup, while the remains of a sheeps head awaited its turn. In Paris, I have two hundred lves, all doctors. He looked into my eyes and I smiled agreement to what we both knew was the baldest misstatement. Why he said such things I have no idea, but his braggadocio never seemed offensiveindeed I waited for him to make his outrageous boasts, as if he had always been my grandfather5 In this recording of Beelzebubs Tales to His Grandson, Dr. Welch reads from an early draft of the 1992 edition, and there are only minor differences between the text used by Dr. Welch and the version ultimately published. Although not all readers welcomed the 1992 revision, which closely follows the 1956 French edition, Dr. Welch felt that it had much to recommend it. Cynthia Pearce, a senior member of the New York Foundation in the 1960s and 1970s, once said that there would be many translations of Beelzebubs Tales to His Grandson in future years, and that each one would have its own particular virtues and failings. Those of us who had struggled for years with the 1950 edition came to love it regardless of the typographical errors and difcult passages. (In some ways, it was like the King James Version of the Bible: although there are other, more modern, more accurate editions, they dont have the same ring.) But whichever edition Dr. Welch read, his love and understanding of Beelzebubs Tales to His Grandson is the essential point. And the greater the understanding of the reader, the more the listener may glean from this extraordinary book. Dr. Welchs daughter, Patty Welch Llosa, says of this recording: It is so thrilling to hear his voice again and I have found that in those last slower chapters it has an extraordinary vibrancy and joy. He so loved life in all its juiciness! I feel the most telling impressions I have of him are of his enjoyment of everything. Of food: Every meal should be a esta. Of people: In his later years he loved to watch them walk by from the front stoop where he would stand in the sun and invent stories about them for us. And always of life itself: Its a cornucopia of good things. The other element was his recognition of the human-ness of human beings. Mother [Louise Welch] was always in search of understanding, I was always in search of perfection and higher things, but he loved life right where he lived it. ~~
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William J. Welch, What Happened in Between, A Doctors Story (New York: George Braziller, 1972), p.140 Ibid., 140141 Ibid., 132 Ibid., 133 Ibid., 127
Excerpts
It is planned that this compact disc product of Dr. Welch reading Beelzebub will be made available for ordering in the coming months. Consult the Traditional Studies Press website for further details and announcements. Three selections follow. To listen, you will need a sound card, speakers, and MP3 player.
AMONG other convictions formed in my common presence during my responsible, peculiarly composed life, there is one such alsoan indubitable convictionthat always and everywhere on the earth, among people of every degree of development of understanding and of every form of manifestation of the factors which engender in their individuality all kinds of ideals, there is acquired the tendency, when beginning anything new, unfailingly to pronounce aloud or, if not aloud, at least mentally, that denite utterance understandable to every even quite illiterate person, which in different epochs has been formulated variously and in our day is formulated in the following words: In the name of the Father and of the Son and in the name of the Holy Ghost, Amen.
Having said this, Hassein drooped his head and became silent; and Beelzebub, looking at him affectionately, began to speak as follows: I advise you, my dear Hassein, not to put such questions to yourself yet. Do not be impatient. Only when that period of your existence arrives which is proper for your becoming aware of such essence-questions, and you actively mentate about them, will you understand what you must do in return.
I repeat, my boy: Try very hard to understand everything that will relate to both these fundamental cosmic sacred laws, since knowledge of these sacred laws, particularly knowledge relating to the particularities of the sacred Heptaparaparshinokh, will help you in the future to understand very easily and very well all the second-grade and thirdgrade laws of World-creation and World-existence. Copyright 2003 Gurdjieff Electronic Publishing Featured: Spring 2003 Issue, Vol. VI (1) Revision: April 1, 2003