Great day of concert. By a special favour of God’s goodness, Mám slept really well and was very fresh in the morning. From 9-1 I worked in Clarence Hall, lugging in the chairs, arranging them in rows, numbering and lettering them, then with countless odds and ends. Dashed home to snatch dinner, attend Páp and dash back to hall. Fr. Pat came in and drove Mám to Hotel. Everything was perfectly organised. Mr. Barry, one of the stewards, was a great help. There was indeed a very satisfactory crowd there and very attentive. So of course was sick with nervousness, as I always am. Mám began with Prelude and Fugue from Bach and played it magnificently. Then came Schumann Sonata and the Moonlight, really glorious. Though terribly nervous, I have never heard her play better. Chopin Study and charming waltz and wonderful Scherzo were irresistibly beautiful and lastly came ‘St. Francis Preaching to the Birds’ and Ballade No. 2. Without bias, Mám played really finely, thank God. It was a great success. After we had tea in lobby, and we five scamps – programme sellers – had interesting mischief all over hotel. Came home and checked everything over. Door receipt ₤6, so altogether we would get about ₤20 – costs ₤20, just about balanced.
