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Artley of My Heart by Andrea Long

The New York Times has a feature called Tiny Love Stories. These stories are capped at one hundred words and are about the object of the writer’s affection, sometimes a sibling or child but usually a romantic partner. This story is not a tiny love story. It’s a big love story, and it’s not about a person. It’s about a literal object of my affection—a flute. Really, it’s about two flutes. In Dickensian style, it’s a tale of two flutes. Actually, it’s a tale of three flutes with brief appearances by three more flutes. Fine. It’s a story about flutes.

Flute people are nodding in understanding and solidarity. There is no such thing as a flute. There are always multiple flutes. You have your primary flute, your back-up flute, the flute that no longer suits you that you’re trying to sell, your dream flute that you’ll buy if you win the lottery, a low flute you don’t really need and will rarely play but that you covet nevertheless, the impulse-buy flute, the flute on eBay you think you’ve found a deal on that you hope no one else spots, the flute you never knew you wanted until you tried it at a flute convention—all those flutes (and possibly more, if you’re daring enough to go the Craigslist or pawn shop route).

And if the flutes themselves were not enough, we also have a dazzling array of materials from which to choose. Flutes are crafted in sterling silver, Britannia silver, gold of various karats, platinum, and wood. They’re made of silver and plated with gold or they’re a proprietary metallurgic combination. (The Colonel with his secret blend of eleven herbs and spices had nothing on flute makers.) The manufacturers know how to keep us in a state of breathless longing.

I started learning to play the flute in the fifth grade. That school year brought two significant changes. For the first time, I was getting on a bus and leaving my neighborhood to go to a school miles away. This was thrilling! I was being transported to and from school in a vehicle not driven by my mom. And it was so far away! What an adventurer I was! (I just mapped the distance from the house I grew up in to that school and am shocked to learn that it’s only eight miles. As a child, it might as well have been eighty.)

The second big change was that I would be having music lessons at school. This came in the form of band class. I’d been taking private piano lessons since second grade and was doing okay with that. I knew how to read music. (I came of age when we knew they were called sharps, not hashtags.) I knew the names of some of the major composers and the musical eras to which they belonged. I knew a little about music theory. I’d had some recitals. It was pretty standard stuff. Most of the girls I was growing up with were also taking piano lessons.

But this was new. This was a flute—a foreign instrument that I didn’t even know how to hold properly. Like most people who don’t play the flute but who are imitating flute playing, I held it with both palms turned toward me, as if I were waving at myself with everything but my thumbs.

The flute was an Artley that belonged to my mother’s younger sister. My grandparents bought it for her to play in school band, and she was finishing with it around the time I was born. When I needed a flute ten years later, it was serviced, given new pads, outfitted with a spiffy new case, and passed along to me.

I played that flute from fifth grade through tenth grade. But at the end of my tenth grade year, I was ready to turn my attention to other things. And so, without fanfare, my band career ended. The Artley was eventually given back to my aunt for her daughter to take a turn with it. I lost track of it then, and I assume my aunt or cousin still has it.

I went ten years without a flute until, with my parents’ help, I bought the best flute I could afford at that time: a solid silver Jupiter. It was a major step up from the band instrument I had learned on. This wasn’t a student-model flute; it was an intermediate model with open holes and a B foot. I played it often for a few years until grown-up life—job, marriage, responsibilities, an unhappy work life, a house that needed too many repairs, an unhappy married life, divorce—got in the way. For a long time, the Jupiter went untouched.  

Fast forward to November 2018, when I decided, on a whim, to play in the annual Pro-Am concert sponsored by my hometown Charlotte Symphony Orchestra. I pulled out the Jupiter and, for reasons I’ll never fully understand, decided it didn’t suit me anymore. I bought a used Lyric, which I fell in love with, and gave the Jupiter the back-up role in my flute life. 

I very much wanted to be a two-flute person. I wanted to know I always had a flute waiting in the wings if something went wrong with the Lyric. I also liked the idea of having two flutes I enjoyed equally and getting to decide each time I practiced which one I wanted to play on that particular day. And, on some level, I think it made me feel like a real flutist to say, “Well, actually, I have two flutes” when someone asked about my flute.

But the Jupiter bothered me. It still felt wrong. Would I enjoy playing it if it ever had to sub for the Lyric? I found out when the Lyric went off for a COA that took a month. During that time, I played the Jupiter and confirmed that the answer to my question was no. I still didn’t enjoy playing it. The Jupiter also pricked at my conscience because I felt I was doing it a disservice. I wanted someone to have it who would love it and give it the playing time it deserved.

I started to think about selling the Jupiter (which I eventually did) and began auditioning its possible replacement. A Lamberson was tried and returned. Lambersons are remarkable flutes, but my skill level didn’t justify my owning one, nor did my finances. An older model, semi-handmade Gemeinhardt, that was lovely and affordable, also passed through, and I almost passed out. I’ve never worked as hard to get sounds out of a flute as I did that one.

So, now what? I had tried two very different flutes and had researched countless others. I was on the verge of giving it a rest for a while. I was starting to feel like I was doing online flute dating, and I just didn’t have the energy to swipe left or right or up or down or however it is you swipe. (I have ideas about this, by the way. My flute dating sites would be called HighEHarmony, For Fluters Only, Plenty of Flutes, and OKFluted.)

I’m in a Facebook group for flutists that has over 15,000 members, hobbyists to professionals. Every day, I’d read the comments, look at the photos, and think about flutes. A lot. And around the time I was trying out the Lamberson and the Gemeinhardt, someone in the flute group posted a photo of an older Haynes he had purchased and had professionally overhauled. Any Haynes would be an incredible flute to own, but the significance of this particular flute was that it was built the same year its new owner was born.

You see where this is going, right? Wouldn’t it be fun to have a flute with the same model year as me? Of course it would.

A Haynes was never in the running. Like the Lamberson, it’s out of my price range, and my playing wouldn’t do it justice. Furthermore, wonderful as they are, I don’t have a history with a Haynes. But I do have a history with an Artley. I learned to play on an Artley, and I felt a nostalgic tug when I thought about the brand.

Have I mentioned the obsessive tendencies in my personality? No? Then now might be the right time to do that.

Soon, I was searching for an Artley. I thought more about Artleys than I had in the last thirty years. An Artley was the only flute that made sense. But the prospects weren’t good.   

If you’re not familiar with Artleys, in a nutshell, here’s what you should know. They’re solid flutes. Overall, they were well made, but they haven’t been manufactured in years. Most of them were intended to be band instruments with the exception of what was called The Wilkins Model.

The Wilkins Model was the top-of-the-line Artley. It was built, I believe, from the late 1950s through the mid-1970s and named for the flutist Frederick Wilkins. Wilkins taught flute at Julliard and was also the solo flutist for the Radio City Music Hall Orchestra, the New York City Ballet, and the New York City Opera. Throughout his career, he played a Haynes, but he eventually went to work for Artley where he helped develop the model that bears his name. The Wilkins Model was meant to compete with Haynes and Powell flutes of that era but at a more affordable price.  

My Artley search got off to a depressing start. Artleys are abundant on auction sites and generally not expensive. Most of what I found were old band instruments with little value except the sentimental kind. Sadly, I was running across a lot of beat-up, tarnished, $15 Artleys. It wasn’t uncommon to see the words “for parts only” in the listings.

But in the rough of all those neglected, beaten-up, broken Artleys, a gem was waiting for me.

That gem was a Wilkins Model—solid silver, gold plated, and built in the same year as the person who was about to become its proud owner. It arrived in May 2019, in overall good condition but in need of a little TLC (okay, a lot of TLC).

The first shop that evaluated it gave me the bad news: a seven-month wait before they could start work on it and a repair estimate (almost double what I had paid for the flute) that left me reeling.

The next stop was a highly recommended flute tech a few hours from where I live. She dubbed the flute “your sweet Artley” and deemed it definitely worth overhauling, but she was unable to do the work.  

She recommended Flute Specialists in Clawson, Michigan. Three months after I bought it, it landed in the hands of Robert Johnson. Three months and many telephone conversations after that, it was returned to me beautiful, shining, and completely restored.

So much time, effort, and money have gone into this old flute. And why?

Because this wasn’t a business decision. Because this flute sounds and looks beautiful. Because it makes me think of that ten-year-old adventurer learning to play an instrument she’d still be playing in middle age. Because it will be my flute for the rest of my life. Because I love it. And because sometimes, love makes us do crazy, illogical, worthwhile, wonderful things.

  1. Pamela May

    What a beautiful article. Long may your magic flute bring you happiness, sweet author.

  2. Almost everyone has an “Artley” in our lives – something we’d invest money into, far beyond the actual value of the item – because it has meaning to us. I’ve spent money having things repaired that belonged to my grandparents or parents or friends who have since passed on. I have two prints from the 1940s or 1950s – everyone knows them – Pinkie & Blue Boy – that belonged to my grandmother. I’m going to have the frames re-leafed – it will cost me 100 times what those prints are worth – but the smile and memories I have from my grandmother every time I see them, are priceless. So glad your Artley makes you happy – I hope one day soon to hear you play!

    Much love my friend – and here’s to an absolutely wonderful article.

  3. What a wonderful article to display your love. And a great excuse to say. “Hey, I know that artist!”

  4. Bobbi Campbell

    Exceptionally well written article that truly resonated with me. Although I never had gaps in my decades of playing, my life has been a story of multiple flutes. The author is insightful and captures those feelings perfectly in her descriptions. I savored this story and was delighted at its happy conclusion.

  5. Andrew Callimahos

    Great story !!!
    Glad you love THE WILKINS MODEL Artley Flute !!!

    I have a Wilkins Model Flute , too . More than one , actually . Yes , they are great flutes , not quite the Haynes or Powell they were trying to compete with , but very nice flutes !!!

    Enjoy it , love it , show it off , play it for others . . . . . let it be your Forever Flute !!!

    I feel the same way about my Haynes Flutes , that I have played since the age of eleven years old . Friends forever !!!

  6. Carolyn Hoppe-Denend

    I have an Artley Wilkins flute also, with the B Foot. I purchased my Wilkins in late 2016. It definitely has a unique sound that I don’t get from any of my newer flutes. I like the unique timbre it produces. It takes a lot of air to play on the larger sized embouchure hole, but I do get it out and play it sometimes. I consider the Wilkins my vintage flute, in my collection of 7 flutes.

  7. Karie Artley Ondahl

    As the niece and great niece of the Artleys who began the company, I truly appreciate this story.

    • Sarah Artley Luong

      We must be related! I am William Artley’s granddaughter. My father told me it was his Uncle’s company… but I cannot remember his name. Looking for evidence of the Artley flute company, I came across this article. Beautiful story! I ended up being a violist, who also quit in the 10th grade, but never went back (well, not yet).

    • That is a lovely story and I wanted to compliment you on your beautiful writing.. it is amazing.. wishing you much happiness and good health
      Best Regards

  8. Andy Omdahl

    My wife is a “true-blue” Artley. It was her uncle Hube Artley that started Artley Flutes in Elkhart, IN. Her sister, Sharon Artley played on her uncle’s flutes. I was able to connect their Aunt Vivian (Hubert’s sister) with a NAMM historian who flew to Wenatchee, WA for a verbal history interview. This is a wonderful story that helps keep the Artley history alive!

    • Sarah Artley Luong

      Oh look there it is! 🙂 Hube, huh. I will add that to my searches. I would love any more info!

  9. Kathleen Romano

    I have an Artley , I love it. I get tired of the insults from other flute players .

  10. Floyd Longwell

    I also have the gold plated Wilkins. You’ve inspired me to get it fixed so the low notes will sound.

  11. Cathie Kukec

    I just found this article on the internet and almost wept with joy! I too am the proud wonder of an Artley Wilkins model, circa 1973. That was my grown-up flute (after playing a used Bundy from 4th grade to sophomore year in high school). I love my Artley! It served me through high school, college (music education major) and has been a workhorse for 55 years.

    I replaced the headjoint cork with Pellerite o-rings back in 1978, and loved the added dimension to the tone, until a well meaning repair tech threw out the o-rings and replaced it with a new cork. I went searching for a new headjoint, and found a Burkhart headjoint that brought back that o-ring quality plus more+.

    I was left some money in my aunt’s estate and used that to get a Haynes Q4, which I do love. The Artley went to being my backup. Recently I had a once in a lifetime experience and found a 1970’s custom Powell, open hole, low B, split E, C#trill at an estate auction for less than $100! Poor baby was so tarnished everyone never gave it a second glance, except me. I polished away just enough tarnish to see the logo and knew I had to have that flute. It didn’t matter that it was is such bad shape it couldn’t play. Sent it to Flute World in NC for an overhaul and it plays like a dream. It is my symphony flute, my Haynes is my band flute and my Artley is my oldest and dearest friend. I will never say goodbye to my Artley. We share special times, many memories.

  12. Very interesting article. I return to my all silver Artley flute and found that it couldn’t keep a pitch—it was flat. So I went to get it repaired. The folks told me that it would cost $800 to overhaul it—but it wouldn’t be worth it. I asked them to just give me new pads.

    In the meantime I bought a Miyazawa Vision. It’s coming tomorrow from NYC. My birthday was yesterday.

    Well, I have to know. What’s wrong with an Artley. It does have sentimental value. I bought from my earnings while working for Herbie Hancock in the late seventies. Can’t I at least teach kids how to blow on it?

  13. Rev. Michael Mueller

    I learned to play my Artley flute from Mel Bay in Glendale, Missouri in fourth grade (late 1950’s). I have it reconditioned every 10 years and maintained in between. I am looking to donate it to someone who will appreciate it.

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