Albert Weatherly, longtime esteemed member of the New York City and American flute community, passed way on Thursday, Dec. 17th of pneumonia. He was 85 years old. He was famous amongst the world’s most renowned flutists who frequented his shop, such as Jean-Pierre Rampal, James Galway and Julius Baker (as well as an endless list of flutists who worked in NYC’s primary orchestras: NY Philharmonic, Metropolitan Opera Orchestra, Orpheus Chamber Orchestra, studio musicians who recorded music for TV and Movies, Broadway flutist, and uncountable others) who called upon him for his brilliance as a flute technician and master flute maker. He was known as well for his honest business practices, and as a mentor and friend to both his customers and his colleagues.
Al Weatherly was a rather private person who much preferred to talk about the mechanical problems of the flute rather than reminisce about his life. Yet his family, his mid-western roots and growing up in the lean years of the depression had everything to do with the kind of person he was. Born in Coffeyville, KS but raised in Tulsa, OK, his parents were both teachers. Al’s father, Albert Weatherly Sr., was a band director and his mother, Julia, was a home economics teacher. Both he and his brother, Robert, who was a trumpet player, studied to become musicians. Like nearly every family in Oklahoma during the depression, the family suffered great hardship, losing nearly everything as his sister in law, Gloria Weatherly explained. Yet, his parents persevered, making it possible for both of their sons to attend the Juilliard School of Music. Robert began his studies at Juilliard in 1940 and Junior, as Al was called within the family, followed two years later.
At nearly every turn in his life Albert Weatherly was truly fortunate in having the opportunity of studying with the very best. At Juilliard as a flutist he studied with Arthur Lora, principal flutist of the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra, and the great French flutist, George Barrère. He spoke of Barrère as “the soul of kindness.” Later, as a flute repairman he apprenticed with Verne Q. Powell, a fellow Kansan and the premiere flutemaker of the 20th century.
While attending Juilliard Al and Robert freelanced sometimes working at the Radio City Music Hall. For a young man from the bleak dust bowl that was Oklahoma during the depression, New York City represented a place of energy and excitement. He loved the city, often explaining that you could get anything you wanted in New York and there was always something happening and so many interesting people to meet.
With the entrance of the United Stated into World War II after Pearl Harbor, Al and Robert enlisted in the army both serving in air force bands. Robert became a member of the Air Force President’s Band while Al was stationed at Randolph Field, TX until he was honorably discharged from the service in May of 1943 whereupon he returned to New York City and the life of a journeyman musician.
After spending some time on the road with touring orchestras, Al began to cast about for something else to do with his life. Contemplating marriage he began to look for a profession that would give him more stability. After marrying Susanna Magnus, a native New Yorker, in January of 1946, he made his way to Boston, MA and an apprenticeship with Verne Q. Powell Flutes Inc. Originally, the apprenticeship was to have lasted three years but Al was so quick and talented for this work that at the end of a year, Mr. Powell said he had learned all he needed to know to open his own shop. Finally, Al could return to his beloved New York City with Sue and the prospect of a new and much needed flute business.
From this point forward Al’s is a story of American entrepreneurial success. With the knowledge and skills he had acquired along with his mid-western work ethic and innate business sense, his reputation as an excellent repairman spread not only across the United States but internationally as well. Many flutists from touring orchestras who came to New York City for engagements at Carnegie Hall or other venues quickly learned that Albert Weatherly was the man to see when flutes were in need of repair. He was also the first person to see when looking for a new and interesting flute to buy. As well, Al and Sue made flute and piccolo pads, Al helped the Powell Co. by preparing headjoints for finishing at the factory in Boston and made connections with European manufacturing companies for the importation of high quality machined flute parts such as spuds and screws for key cups and pivot screws. He sold these parts to the various American flute manufacturers making him into an important supplier.
By the 1960s Al’s reputation as one of the top class flute repairman and flute dealers in the world was well established. It was only logical that Al would be approached in 1968 by the Prima Gakki Co., the worldwide distributor of the newly established Sankyo Flute Manufacturing Co., to become the U.S. distributor for these flutes. This was the most important business relationship of Al’s career, a relationship based on mutual respect between the two founding flutemakers, Mr. Takai and Mr. Hisakura and Al. Once again fortune smiled on Al when he made the acquaintance of Ayako Uchiyama who educated him in the culture and customs of Japan and served as his translator and helper for some 40 years. Although the business relationship ended with Al’s retirement, the people at Sankyo continue to look upon Albert Weatherly with the type of veneration and deference the Japanese people extend to their most respected elders.
Whether it was due to the difficult times his family faced during the depression, the familial traits of intelligence, inner strength, determination and resourcefulness or just plain Kansan grit, or most likely a combination of all of these, Albert Weatherly was a good and noble man who made an absolute success of his life. If you won his friendship – and he did not suffer fools gladly – you could depend on him to be a kind, compassionate and generous friend. If you won his friendship, you could be proud of yourself. The flute world has lost a model all the world would be wise to consider and emulate.
Albert Weatherly was pre-deceased by his brother, Robert, his wife, Sue, and his niece, Nancy Weatherly. He is survived by his sister-in-law, Gloria Weatherly and her daughters, Julie and Joanne as well as his sister-in-law, Helene Magnus and her son, Robert. He is also deeply mourned by his loyal friend Ayako Uchiyama and Jan West, dear friend to both Al & Sue, and her sons, Shawn and Jared.
by:Mara Goosman
*Extra Content: An interview with Albert Weatherly by Katherine Saenger

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I was just looking up Albert Weatherly because I am planning to be in New York in November and wanted to have him take a look at my flute. I was first directed to him when I was looking to upgrade from my student flute in 1981. I’ll never forget the experience of meeting him in his place upstairs from all the music shops near Carnegie Hall. He explained to me how he had worked with Sankyo to improve the design and workmanship on their flutes. I couldn’t afford the all silver one that I wanted, but bought a silver-plated Sankyo. It has been the source of much pleasure as I play in many different circumstances. Twenty years later I saw him again at a Flute Association meeting. I was ready to upgrade again and found a used version of the solid silver Sankyo I originally wanted. I often think of him when I am putting my flute away. The first time I went back to him for a tune-up, he scolded me because he found a cat hair in my case. He said I must never leave the case open. As others have said, he treated me, a mediocre amateur, as if I were the most famous flute-player of our time. I will always be grateful!
Earlier on today, a cold, windy and rainy day here in New York City, Albert Weatherly’s ashes were interred at a small,
private gravesite service in Queens. I am very moved to have been able to play for him one last time.
Mike Duckworth
I went to New York to buy a piccolo from Mr Weatherly in 1989. I was in my first year at university in Montreal and needed a piccolo, and my former teacher (who’d lived and worked in NYC) recommended I go to him. My parents and I made an appointment and drove down. Entering his shop was like entering a shrine for me… I had never seen so many signed pictures of famous flutists – I was in awe! Then Mr Weatherly was so kind. He made us feel like we were important customers, instead of an unknown novice flutist and her parents, neither of whom played the flute… he took time with us, and even insisted that I try a beautiful instrument (I think it was his) to compare, even though it was well out of the price range we were looking at it. He made us feel like he really cared about the quality of instrument I was getting, and about the quality of experience we had choosing an instrument.
I never saw him again, but I remember that experience so well. I mentioned to my parents that he had passed away, and they clearly remembered him too, even though so many years have passed since. It must be noted that so many students have the experience of being made to feel small, and like they don’t know anything, in their encounters with well-known flute professionals – even sometimes at their local instrument shop, with people of very modest professional standing. I am grateful to have experienced Mr Weatherly’s kindness and generosity in that one memorable meeting, and I would like to think that his example will continue on through the many people who had the chance to know him.
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When I first decided I would like to get a flute, my oboe friend Nora Post told me all about Albert. I called Albert and visited for a very long time. I soon got my first flute and, thanks to Albert, got my flute teacher, Claude Monteux. Claude once told me he never would have taked me as a student if it weren’t for Albert’s referral! Over a period of time, I would call Albert just to visit. What I’ll always remember was how diplomatic he was when discussing various flute brands and flute players. He always had reasons for the comments he’d make about things, as opposed to just pontificating–which I would have thought he was qualified to do! Lastly, I was always fascinated by the panoply of technological and engineering devices and tools he created to enhance his repair capabilities. While I had very little interest in trying to do any such things, I always wondered what he did and how he did it. The tools were necessity being very much the mother of invention, I would guess. The fact that Albert was very much the musician, salesman, and technician he was made for a much better flute world for every last one of us.
Al was my first flute contact when I arrived in NY in 1958. I needed a silver flute to replace my wooden one and the Yellow Pages listed him with – Flutes are my Business. His shop then was on Sixth Avenue and its safe contained the Haynes and Powells left with him on consignment. He brought some out and started playing them – it was the best playing I had ever heard, and he was only the repairman! Al and his wife Sue were so kind to me in those early years, with hospitality in the form of dinners and long evenings listening to recordings, often with earphones. He told funny stories about his experiences when still playing and was a mine of information about who was doing what in the flute world. He also advised me on teachers and other flute related matters. And of course he repaired my flutes – he was the best! His shop on 47th St was always a place to meet flutists – the best known and the lesser ones – all went to him. Al did a remarkable job of rebuilding my old Rudall, Carte flute, restoring its beautiful cocus-wood barrel, resurfacing the german-silver keys, shimming all the joints of the worn rods, and replacing the glued-in pads with screwed ones. It was a work of art when he finished. Al also later sold me his Powell #480, which he had helped make, with the proviso that if I ever sold it he would have first refusal – and he did eventually buy it back. We saw each other less in recent years but our occasional dinners and lunches and phone conversations dealt more with health and his other interests than flute. His death has saddened me – he was my friend for over fifty years.
I’ve known Al Weatherly since I was 16 years old and playing on a less than professional Flute, an Armstrong. Mr. Weatherly, as I always called him, treated my Flute with a great deal of respect & never let on that I had an inferior Instrument. Later after I graduated from Howard University and got my Haynes Flute, he still treated me the same way. Many years later after I became a professional Jazz Flutist & recorded my first CD, “Do It For Love,” I realized that I needed a second Flute & purchased a used Powell from a fellow Flutist. Mr Weatherly got my Powell up to speed & still treated me as he had when I was an amateur. He was the ultimate Gentleman and always treated everyone the same. Whenever I was in a jam & needed a quick repair for a concert, Mr. Weatherly would stop what he was doing & take care of my Flute. I found out about his passing through my new repairman, Frank Zamboni, and I am grateful that Al Weatherly was once in my life. We will all miss him in his little NYC repairshop!! Jazz Flutist, Sherry Winston
Oh. Apologies to Mara Goosman. I see it was she who wrote the piece.
Anne:
Thanks so much for creating this page. My wife and I placed the death notice in the Times and it’s interesting and gratifying to see the response it’s gotten. I’m kind of marveling at the detail of the piece you wrote. I’m not sure how you knew all this, but thanks for sharing it. Best wishes for 2010, and thank you again.
Bob
I was deeply saddened when I learned of Mr. Weatherly’s death… It was quite a shock after having visited him the prior evening in the hospital and thinking that he would pull through. I am much more than thankful to Mr. Weatherly for his friendship, and his guidance.
Mike Duckwoth
These comments were excerpted from a “From the President” letter Jayn Rosenfeld wrote for the New York Flute Club Newsletter in October 2002, explaining why the season’s opening concert was being dedicated to Al Weatherly.
A most important New Yorker–who can be said to have carried on, to have been sensitive, and creative at all points–is ALBERT WEATHERLY. The Flute Club’s first concert this fall will be dedicated to a celebration of his fifty years (to date) as a New York flute repairman and dealer. Al undertook his flute apprenticeship with Verne Powell himself, spending seven years in Boston under Mr. Powell. He played professionally for a time in the Minneapolis Symphony and kept his chops all these years, so that he is quite virtuosic as he rattles around looking for tiny imperfections in a customer’s flute. His clientele includes hundreds, if not thousands, of flutists from all over the world. Al has been the most careful and honest workman, a modest and loyal friend, an extraordinary resource for American and visiting flutists. He has loaned instruments to the needy, trusted anyone who needed trust, shown interest in young and beginning students as well as the great and famous, been sympathetic (but realistic) with all his customers. I have known Al and taken advantage of his expertise for 40 years! What a unique gift to have had a trustworthy friend and workman for so long. In my house he is known as the flute psychiatrist. When I dropped and destroyed a precious gold Sankyo two years ago, Al tried to repair the headjoint, tried to recycle some of the gold; in his dry calm way, he was infinitely sympathetic, though it must have hurt him too to be handling such a corpse. Let us all celebrate Albert Weatherly for his care and humor and excellence and constancy.
As a longtime colleague and customer of Al Weatherly, Robert Stallman was highly enthusiastic when we broached the possibility of honoring his friend on October 27, at the first concert of our 2002-3 season. Mr. Stallman’s poster is one of many covering the workshop’s walls, inscribed to the “essential fixer.”
Submitted by K. Saenger (klsaenger@yahoo.com).
Albert Weatherly was–quite simply–the very best.
I first met Al when I was only 14 years old, a student of Al’s longtime friend Philip Dunigan. I was playing a beautiful old Haynes flute, but my rich adolescent hormonal cocktail was too much for the right-hand mechanism. No matter what I tried, the oil would eventually turn to molasses. Finally, Mr. Dunigan told me, there was only one solution: Al Weatherly. The “Wizard of Forty-Seventh Street” understood the complex problem, and he knew exactly what to do. He always kept current with technological advances in many fields, and he had heard of a newly developed synthetic lubricant which was impervious to most solvents. A few drops of it, and I never again had a problem with my E-F trills!
We liked each other immediately, and when I moved to New York to attend Juilliard, our friendly relationship grew ever closer. He was an indefatigable fan, and was always to be found in the audience whenever I played in the City. He and his wife Sue were frequent dinner companions, opening rare glimpses into Al’s “offstage” life. Needless to say, he did all of my repair work, sold me all of my flutes, and served as a model of unequalled excellence and professionalism throughout my career.
Dear Al, I feel as if a piece of me has been torn away with your passing. Thank you for your personal warmth, your unparalleled artistry, and your fatherly support. You have shaped my life.
I met Al through my brother in law Frank Zamboni some 40 years ago. I would see him at his shop occasionally. The first of many fine things I noticed about Al was that in the middle of the music world in New York City, this man would give you his undivided attention. It was not about business, but the way Al made you feel that you were as important to him as a human being. Al was an exceptionally respective person. I also had the pleasure of knowing Al and his wife Sue socially. I can remember gatherings with my sister, brother in law, Al, and Sue. These were always fun times with a man I will never forget. Unfortunately people like Al Weatherly are few and far, as everybody that has contributed to this obituary is aware.
I had the great pleasure of meeting and using Al’s services awhile back, and all thought it was brief, it was memorable.
When ever I called him after our initial meeting he was always accommodating. Rest in Peace Al, you will be missed.
I am probably one of the few people who knew Al Weatherly in a totally different capacity. I myself, now a flute repair person in Westchester had developed a very close rapport with him that had been cherished for some 40+ years. I first met Al back in the early 1960’s for a repair on my flute and upon meeting him found him to be a gentleman of high standards; I immediately felt a connection with him. Within a few years, my interests turned toward the mechanics and repair of the instrument and I was fortunate to develop a relationship with Al. He was a very warm and modest individual and while visiting my wife and I in our home, I remember his wife Sue mentioning to us in conversation about Al, that “what you see is what you get”. How true her words, there was never any pretense with Al, he was genuinely sincere and interested in me and his advice was well received whether it was with purchasing of flutes or dealing with my repair needs. Throughout these 40 years, if only by e-mail and telephone calls, Al and I always managed to keep in touch every couple of weeks. These past couple of years Al was having serious medical problems and I last spoke with him several days before his death. Al will surely be missed; for he has contributed much to the flute community as well as touched so many people. Rest my dear friend!
Frank J. Zamboni
Before I knew much of anything at all about truly fine flutes, I bought a
Sankyo Prima from Mr. Weatherly. I think the price then – in the
mid-Seventies -might have about $2,000. After my Artley Wilkinson, I
thought I had died and gone to Heaven. When I went to his shop in the
Diamond District, I saw three solid gold flutes on the bench – I was
stunned! I asked them what famous flutists they were for. He snorted and
said “These are all going to people who probably cannot play a note! An
airline pilot, a dentist – and somebody else. They think that the price of
gold is going to go crazy, so they bought these instead of bars or
Krugerrands!” He seemed rueful that such fine instruments were going to be
commodities, rather than living instruments. I sent my flute back a few
times for maintenance, and was always very impressed with its improvement.
Since my college education in music had turned to piano rather than flute
(Theory major – strongly encouraged to do that – and too many flutists at
Hartt those years – who could compete with John Barcellona???), my real
flute education came later, and in irregular doses. I am grateful that I
met Mr. Weatherly – I cannot ever say I *knew* him, but the brief encounters
were indelible. Another fine craftsman and artist has moved to another
realm.
Pauline Mancuso
I will never forget the first time I met Al Weatherly. It was 1974, I was a sophomore in high school, and my first “serious” flute teacher, Barli Nugent had recently counseled my parents that it was time to get me a “serious” instrument, if my playing was to progress. I remember walking up the stairs and into the quiet of his shop, a refuge from the commotion and bustle of the street below.
It was almost immediately apparent that Al had an immense knowledge of all things “flute,” as we listened and I looked, rather, stared–wide eyed at the dozens and dozens of photographs hanging on the walls, each autographed by the world’s best flutists. I was both awed and intimidated by this environment and Al’s quiet, wise, and serious demeanor. We listened and discussed and I played, and after a couple of visits I left with a beautiful new Prima Sankyo artist’s model, the same flute that I still cherish and play after all these years.
It is with sadness that I serendipitously stumbled across the notice of Al’s passing as I surfed the internet today, but it fills me with happiness to share my memories and read of others. It’s been years since I walked down west 47th street and up those stairs to see Al Weatherly, but if there’s one thing that I can say that I learned from him, it is that a flute is not merely a musical instrument, but a thing of beauty with character and soul.
My sincere condolences to friends and family–
Susan Buchsbaum
I’m so sorry to hear about Al. He sold me my first “real” flute, and it not only took me through the Doctorate, but is still being played in Germany by the former student I sold it to. I remember coming to his front office once and finding a blackened hole — a thief had tried to cover his tracks with a fire — but Al’s actual workshop was so well-secured that nothing was stolen and not much was damaged.
He was a real gentleman. I was always glad to see him at conventions, and he always graciously, at least pretended (!) to remember me. I know that his shoes will be hard to fill and that he will be missed by the Flute Community.
Flutistically yours from the Dalmatian Coast,
Suzanne Lord
It has been very sad to hear of the passing of Albert Weatherly, but
really lovely to read people’s stories and reflections of him.
I bought my first professional quality flute (a Sankyo) from him in
the late 80’s when I was in high school. I will never forget the
excitement of going into New York City with my father, negotiating our
way through the diamond district to find Al’s shop, and then spending
hours trying out flutes. For a young, serious musician, it felt like
something out of a book. I don’t think I had ever met someone so
serious and knowledgeable about flutes (besides my teacher) at that
point.
I remember that he was very patient and respectful with me–letting me
try flute after flute, and giving only occasional bits of thoughtful
feedback. I felt like I was on an Important Mission. Looking back on
it, I’m sure to him I just looked like a high school kid, but he I
felt like I was given the kind of respect a famous flutist would get.
I also remember thinking that he was very, very old–now I realize he
was only in his early 60’s!
My condolences to those of you who knew him well, and my thanks for
everyone’s stories.
-zara
I’ll always remember the excitement of entering Al Weatherly’s shop for the first time.
I was a young Californian, new to New York and to the wilds of the Juilliard School,
holding my treasured Powell close as I peered into the dark corners of the magical place,
and met the magical man who worked there. He was probably very young then too,
although his natural reserve and dignity made him seem much older; certainly much wiser!
Through the years Al took care of that flute and later Powells,
and an amazing moment came, much later on, when he asked for my poster to put on his wall.
That was sweetness beyond compare. He was a great craftsman, and a good friend.
Thank you so much for providing this forum, Anne.
I moved to the NYC area in the late 1970s to study with Sam Baron @ Stony Brook. I remember fondly the dusty, narrow stairs that led to Mr. Weatherly’s shop, his kindly demeanor, AND the wonderful work he did on my flute. I had not seen him recently and am very sad to read of his death. I know his memory lives on in the minds of the many, many flutists who crossed his path.
One of many excellent pieces of advice given to me by my flute teacher was to bring my flute to Al Weatherly. He treated me with courtesy and friendliness I rarely received from adults as a teenager. Once I dropped my flute case down a flight of stairs, and it flipped end over end like an Olympic gymnast doing a floor exercise. He examined my flute’s damage with a gleam in his eye and to my amazement was able to deduce exactly what had happened. And repair it perfectly, of course. He genuinely enjoyed his work, one of life’s most difficult and important achievements. Thanks to Anne Pollack for putting her wonderful tribute to Mr. Weatherly on her site. She is a worthy successor to his legacy.
I was one of Al’s frequent customers during the 1960’s through the early 1980’s— in fact —throughout the whole time that I lived in the NY/Philly and Erie, PA areas.
I even bought one of the best flutes I have ever owned from him in the early 1970’s— a used silver Haynes handmade open holed French model thin walled instrument —without my usual B Foot joint—- BUT—it just played so well!!!!– that I couldn’t put it down in his shop—- probably due to his expertise– I now realize.(Sadly this flute was sold by me to raise money for another — but lesser newly made Haynes in the late 70’s)
Over the years I kept up with Al —meeting him occassionaly at NFA Conventions — and always taking great pleasure in seeing him again after my move to the Boston area in the late 80’s. He was always friendly and a pleasure to connect with —each and every time we ran into each other.
When I used him as my repair-person (before my move to Boston) I was a “freak” about flute maintainence— especially since during that time period–I was freelancing allot in the N Jersey area— and playing allot in the NJ State Opera Orchestra-inevitably I would develop a leak in a pad at some particularly in-opportune moment in a string of Opera performances in Newark, Glassboro– and /orTrenton— and usually ended up frantically phoning Al– and begging him to look at my disabled flute instantly — of course!!! He always made the time to see me — and right away !!!
Al was a wonderful man to have known and he will be missed— I am sorry to hear that he has passed away. But I am gratful for these memories that I have shared here with about him and
I extend my deepest condolences to to his family.
Judith Sherry Braude
Founder/Director
White Mountain Flute Conservatory
http://www.wmfc.net
Former Flute Instructor. Boston Conservatory ,Division of Special Programs
To the flute community:
It is with such an intense mixture of gratitude and sadness that I have decided to put this page up
honoring my friend Al Weatherly. He truly is one of the finest, most open-minded, solid people
I have ever known. Kind, patient, and purposeful, he set a very big example for me in my work,
never failed to inspire…and make me laugh!
It is my hope that many of the 1000’s of flutists and colleagues who he came into contact with -
over the course of his more than 50 years in the business of tending to people and their flutes – will
creep out of the wood works to tell their experiences, remembrances, or find a way of honoring
a figurehead in the flute world. Though he kept his privacy to the end, Al’s life was clearly enriched by
the music and musicians that surrounded him and his work throughout his life.
Keeping his memory alive is a lovely response to all the flutes and flute careers that he nourished!
With thanks,
Anne