Day Three: White
This is one of my most valued possessions. This was my mom's piano. When I was little she taught piano lessons to all of the neighborhood kids, and she played the piano and organ in church. I never got to take lessons from her, but did for awhile in elementary school. Unfortunately I gave up the lessons after about 6th grade when it wasn't cool anymore to play the piano. After my mom died, my dad kept the piano for me, and it moved from house to house with him. When I was in college and early adulthood, my dad lent the piano out to a family that had 5 boys, so they could learn to play. This is also the reason for the green marks on the keys. I've never figured out what the green stuff is, but it won't come off. When I moved into my first house at the age of 27, I finally got the piano. Someday I think I will take some lessons as a way to honor my mom. I love the thought of my child(ren) also learning to play.
What an awesome memory to have of your mother. I also kept thinking of snow with this word. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful post...thinking of you and glad to see you posting a little more!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story. I've been thinking about relearning how to play after so many years. Your post inspires me.
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to this post...it made me a little weepy. I lost my mom 7 years ago to breast cancer and she was a music teacher. My dad still has her piano in his house but I know he doesn't want it anymore. I would love to take it but we don't have room for it in our house now. I don't know how to play either - well, I can play simple level 1 songs but that's it. Plus, my sisters probably want the piano too (but they don't have room for it either). So for now, it stays in my dad's house.
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