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The First Class of Fulbrighters - Fulbright-Kommission

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Thanks for the Memories<br />

by Mathilda Nickel<br />

Born in Ohio, Matilda Nickel began her singing career<br />

in Europe with a <strong>Fulbright</strong> Fellowship for study in<br />

Hamburg. She sang extensively across Europe, making her<br />

London debut at Wigmore Hall. Since returning to the<br />

United States she has sung leading roles with opera companies<br />

from coast to coast. Nickel’s affinity for American<br />

composers has led her to sing in many new works, including<br />

the role <strong>of</strong> Sabrina in the world premiere <strong>of</strong> Pulitzer<br />

Prize-winner Dominick Argento’s Colonel Jonathan the<br />

Saint. Nickel has also performed such demanding roles as<br />

Madam Butterfly, Salome, Leonore in Beethoven’s Fidelo<br />

and Senta in Wagner’s <strong>The</strong> Flying Dutchman. She now<br />

lives in Winston-Salem at teaches at the North Carolina<br />

School <strong>of</strong> the Arts.<br />

IT ALL BEGAN with my very first trip to New<br />

York from Ohio in order to board the S.S. Independence. I was<br />

young and scared to death. When I located my assigned<br />

stateroom, which had four double decker bunk beds, the<br />

first person in sight was the famous conductor, Robert<br />

Shaw, sitting on a lower bunk. He was there to wish bon<br />

voyage to a fellow <strong>Fulbright</strong>er who had been a member <strong>of</strong><br />

his chorale. That was enough to get my blood rushing.<br />

<strong>The</strong> voyage was thrilling. Other <strong><strong>Fulbright</strong>ers</strong>, who were<br />

musicians, and I entertained our fellow travelers and we<br />

passed Gibraltar into the Mediterranean, finally landing in<br />

Italy. <strong>The</strong> next trip was by rail up to Bad Honnef and our<br />

orientation sessions on the banks <strong>of</strong> the Rhine. <strong>The</strong>n on to<br />

Hamburg where I was to study voice and opera.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n came the reality <strong>of</strong> what war can do. I found a<br />

place to live in a high-rise apartment building, which had<br />

been built to house war survivors. My landlady, the wife <strong>of</strong><br />

a well-to-do oil company CEO, had lost her husband and<br />

her home in the bombing, but she took me, an American<br />

student, in and treated me like a daughter. She fed me and<br />

saw to it that my stocking seams (no blue jeans and sneakers<br />

in those days) were straight and that my dates passed<br />

with her approval.<br />

It was not only my studies at the Hochschule für Musik<br />

that were important to me. It was the opportunity to go to<br />

the superb Hamburg Opera nearly every night. It was elegant<br />

even though they, at the time, played on what formerly<br />

had been the stage <strong>of</strong> their bombed out theater—audience<br />

and all. <strong>The</strong>y did not give up!<br />

I didn’t learn from my opera studies alone. I learned<br />

how to live from these people, who had been through so<br />

much.<br />

I remember Christmas Eve <strong>of</strong> 1953, when a friend and<br />

I, another <strong>Fulbright</strong>er, went skiing in Hoch Solden, Austria.<br />

She skied. What I did can’t be called skiing, but I had<br />

a great time! We went to midnight mass in a lovely old<br />

church. It was so beautiful to come out into the moonlit<br />

snow that covered the Alps.<br />

It was friends that I have lost track <strong>of</strong>, news <strong>of</strong> whom I<br />

read about in places like the New York Times—good news as<br />

well as the obituary <strong>of</strong> another <strong>Fulbright</strong> friend—that made<br />

the experience worthwhile.<br />

I learned that I can get homesick, but Thanksgiving<br />

dinner at the Consul General’s house fixed that—turkey,<br />

sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, and, would you believe, fresh<br />

celery!<br />

I learned by work and play. I was with mixed emotions<br />

that I got back on the S.S. Independence to go home. I would<br />

love to go back some day.<br />

Thank you, Senator <strong>Fulbright</strong>.

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