This is part 3 of a 3-part series. To read part 1, click here. For part 2, click here.

Over the course of the next week things happened very quickly, and what started out as a simple mystery soon blossomed into a full-blown research project approaching near-obsession levels. Every new piece of discovered information opened up more research avenues, more questions.

It soon turned out that finding Kenneth was the easy part. But as I delved deeper I found myself moving from where Kenneth was to who he was. And it became increasingly evident that there was a bigger mystery to solve.

I’ll explain, but let’s start with the obvious: After 38 years, I finally found Kenneth. And more than that, I’ve visited his grave twice.

Further research through Newspapers.com yielded more than I could have hoped for: Brahms Conservatory was listed from at least 1963 as hosting film viewings, musical instruction, and recitals. In 1979, the last mention I could find, there was a small article about Kenneth closing its doors. Yet, there were still many advertisements for Kenneth privately teaching music through the 1980s.

Although its doors closed around 1980, he continued to offer occaional instruction and recitals at the Detroit Institue of Musical Art and at Smiley Brothers, under the Brahms Conservatory name.

Other online resources, such at the Royal Oak Historical Society and FindAGrave.com yielded further results. Through FindAGrave.com, I found his mother’s grave at Holy Sepulchre Catholic Cemetery in Southfield, only a few miles from where I live. But via the Royal Oak Historical Society, I found a news article indicating that he had published a book.

At this point, I had reached the end of my online searching. After a week of browsing through archived newspaper articles, year books, and census records, it had become time to start reaching out further.

I filed with the State of Michigan for a copy of his death certificate. I filed with the US Military Archives for a copy of his Navy discharge. And I contacted Holy Sepulchre for the plot location of his mother.

First, I received his death certificate. He did die from a heart attack brought on by complications from atherosclerosis. He also had diabetes. His funeral arrangements were handled by Hopcroft Funeral Home and he was interred at Holy Sepulchre. Also a pleasant surprise: he apparenly had a younger brother, Donald, who signed off on the death certificate.

I then reached out to Hopcroft, and they provided me with further information that led me to where his funeral was held and also helped me find his obituary. Holy Sepulchre responded back with information as to where his mother was located – and it also listed his father next to her. I decided to visit.

At the office of Holy Sepulchre, I asked if Kenneth was also buried there, and they were able to provide me with the plot location for him. I was an emotional wreck at this point, but decided to pay him a visit and put this part of the mystery to rest.

Less than two weeks after starting this journey, I was standing at Kenneth’s grave. I cleaned it off. I cried. I was relieved, I was sad, I was curious… so many emotions, it’s still hard to process these weeks later. But the important part was this: I now had answers and a working theory on what happened.

In my first post, I outlined how Kenneth’s personality shifted from being a patient teacher to one who would get fairly nasty. I think that his health started to rapidly decline in 1988. The diabetes, along with the atherosclerosis, likely made it difficult for him to manouver life. He was feeling worse and worse, until something happened and he ended up in the hospital in September 1988. Whether he was discharged for a time or not, I don’t know. But I do know that he died from a heart attack a little over a month later. His sister, Shirley, did contact us regarding this – or at least it is a strong assumption, otherwise I would not have had a memory which ended up matching the facts.

Finally, as a last piece of the puzzle, the Navy discharge papers arrived last week. His signature on the discharge matched his signature on my copy of Polka Vivace. There was no possible doubt remaining.

So, to summarize everything I’ve learned, here is a small bio:

Kenneth was born on 17 August, 1932. He lived in Ferndale, attending Hazel Park high school, graduating in 1950. During that time he also received instruction at the Detroit Institute of Musical Art. In 1952, he enlisted in the Navy during the Korean war. In 1956 he was discharged, but signed up for the Navy reserves for another four years, receiving his final discharge in 1960.

In 1961 he founded the Brahms Conservatory and, at some point thereafter, started the Brahms Music Publishing Company. During the 1960s and 1970s he held regular events at the conservatory in Royal Oak. However, he closed the conservatory around 1980 and continued hosting events elsewhere. Also during this time he provided private lessons for a variety of instruments.

At some point, he moved to what would be his final residence in Hazel Park. On 7 November, 1988, he died from a heart attack and was interred at Holy Sepulchre Catholic Cemetery.

Today is his birthday. I cleaned off the headstones of his parents. Everything has been submitted to FindAGrave.com. I even put a small US flag on his grave as he was a veteran. We had a good talk, and I told him I would see him Memorial Day. I intend to keep their graves in order for as long as I am able. They deserve that much.

Happy birthday, Mr. Campbell. You would have been 94 today, a very significant number for both of us, for reasons I will not here get into. I’m glad I finally found you.

But wait! you say. What about the book he wrote?

That is a story for another time. There are many things I discovered about who Kenneth was, and many questions I still want answered. What was he like? Who were his friends? Did he publish any other books or pieces of music? Some questions I have answers to, others require more research. A lot more research. So stay tuned. I expect this to be an interesting journey which will take a few months to complete. I have people to reach out to, archives to visit, and more paperwork requests to file.

It would seem that Kenneth had made a name for himself around here in different ways, so why was it so difficult to find out anything personal about him? That’s what I intend to find out!

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My personal thanks to these individuals who helped me along the path:

Lisa Brown, Oakland County Clerk

Jodie Figurski, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Sue Guarnieri, Hopcroft Funeral Home

And my gratitude to these wonderful tools and all the people who have worked hard to provide detailed information:

Ancestry.com

Newspapers.com

FindAGrave.com

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One last thing before I close this chapter and begin opening the next one. I had ChatGPT compile all the photos I had of Kenneth and create an age-progressed image. It isn’t perfect and, to be honest, I don’t quite remember what he looked like all those years ago. But this is a close approximation – or at least my fragmented memories and gut tells me so. One of my short-term goals while working on the next leg of research, is to find a more recent photo of him. I am curious to see how close ChatGPT got.

This is part 2 of a 3-part series. To read part 1, click here.

For the last 38 years, as the information and tools available on the internet gradually became robust, I would occasionally revisit my search for Mr. Campbell. But, as time went on, I gradually lost all but a small handful of memories. And sadly, I somehow lost my lesson book, which I had been holding onto in the hopes that it would help me solve this mystery one day. Gone are all the cartoons and other unique bits of Mr. Campbell’s personality, as well as other clues that may have been useful. I grieve that loss.

Until a few months ago, the only tangable reminder of Mr. Campbell having been in my life was a piece of sheet music: Polka Vivace (click here to view a PDF scan). The music is copyrighted 1966 and was published by Brahms Music Publishing Company at 316½ S Main St, Royal Oak. That property today sits above Tom’s Oyster Bar.

In 1985 he had invited me to a recital performance held at Smiley Brothers in Detroit and, while they are long since gone, a copy of the program (click here to view a PDF scan) survived nestled away within the many papers my grandmother left behind when she died a few years ago. And it was this program, found only a few months ago, that ended up providing a huge clue.

The recital was presented by Mr. Campbell who, according to a blurb on the back, founded the Brahms Conservatory in 1961.

Was Brahms Conservatory related to Brahms Music Publishing Company? Were they somehow connected? As it would turn out, they were both companies started by Mr. Campbell, and they both shared the same address in Royal Oak. But I’m again getting ahead of myself.

In the past, searches for Polka Vivace, Brahms Music Publishing, obituaries, or anything else relating to Mr. Campbell returned no results. But now the potential research avenues were opening up quickly, and I was starting to change my approach at how to search.

Now tools like ChatGPT are available, with stores of information gathered from the internet. I wondered whether it could help find him or at least connect pieces of information or suggest research avenues I hadn’t considered. So I asked.

Nothing. Not a damned thing.

However, I had an assortment of memories and facts that I could certainly use a GPT to compile and analyze, so I did just that.

I typed in everything I could remember:

• he was tall and overweight
• he was middle-aged
• he had dark hair and a mustache, possibly glasses
• he lived within a reasonable distance of my home in Warren
• he took yearly trips to Rio de Janeiro
• a vague memory of visiting his house, which may have been on a dead-end street
• and a vague memory of his sister contacting and telling us he died from a heart attack

And now I had a recital program to add to that. I fed all of this into ChatGPT, and it made some potential connections and suggestions that I hadn’t considered, which has helped me pursue new avenues.

I’d been using Ancestry.com to research and build my own family tree for a few years… could I use it to find Mr. Campbell? It was a long shot, but I decided to give it a try.

And do you know what? I found him within a few hours of searching! Well… I actually found three Kenneth Campbells, all who had at least one sister, all within an acceptable radius of my home in Warren, and all within an acceptable age range.

But there was only one who really stood out: death in 1988 from a heart attack, matching my hazy memories; certainly not concrete proof, but good enough to pick as my first research point. Access to census records showed that this Kenneth Campbell grew up in Ferndale. Other associated records had his final address on Carlisle St. in Hazel Park.

Making the assumption that, if he had founded the Brahms Conservatory in 1961, he would have been at least 18 by that year to legally form a business. This means he would have had to have been born no later than 1943. And assuming that, as a middle aged man (when he taught me), he would have been no older than about 60, that would mean he shouldn’t have been born before 1928. Associated records at Ancestry.com indicated that this Kenneth was born in 1932. There were also scans of the 1950 Hazel Park High School yearbook – where he likely would have attended when he would have been a senior.

Opening those scans, I found his photo. He looked familiar but I wasn’t sure. So I copied all the pictures I could find of him and sent them to the only other person I know who knew him: my mother.

She replied nearly immediately, “That’s him“.

This Kenneth Campbell was very likely my Kenneth Campbell!

Elated, but cautious, I continued my search for more evidence. Memory is fickle, and I was asking my mother to remember someone from almost 40 years ago, based on a high school picture taken almost 40 years before that.

The records on Ancestry.com indicated that Kenneth Campbell’s last address was on Carlisle St. in Hazel Park. I looked it up using Google Maps street view and I was in shock! Memories of the house I remembered visiting started to come back, especially since this house had a novel feature that I didn’t understand at the time (and had actually forgotten): a second front door leading up to a second floor flat. And while the house isn’t on a dead end street, it is right around the corner from a street which ends at a park (though not a dead end). Still not concrete proof, but definitely another potential puzzle piece falling into place.

By this point, I was nearly certain I had found him. But little did I know where my journey was about to take me in so short an amount of time. I was, in reality, still only on Day One of my research and had already made much progress.

It turned out that there was so much more to discover. Stay tuned!

Listen to a bad-quality, digitally rendered version of Polka Vivace:

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Note: This post was written with a small amount of ChatGPT to help proofread, tighten up the language, and keep me on track with the research I’ve been using it to help compile and connect data points. Additionally, many of the photos have been cleaned up and slightly enhanced with the use of AI assistance.