A small moment of grace in an ugly time.
We have a piano in our house, an old Yamaha, probably circa 1960-1965. It belonged to my parents. They both played growing up, and I have pictures of them playing together before I was born, though I don’t remember them ever playing.
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We have a piano in our house, an old Yamaha, probably circa 1960-1965. It belonged to my parents. They both played growing up, and I have pictures of them playing together before I was born, though I don’t remember them ever playing.
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Parents died, I took the piano. It sees 90 minutes of play each day now. My goal is to wear it out before I die.
The survival of 120 mi of narrow-gauge track and a couple dozen 100-year-old locomotives is a miraculous historical accident.
Source for my opinion: my dad was a piano tuner, and my brother and now my oldest son have followed in his footsteps. My kid has some pretty fancy Yamaha qualifications. 🎹 😺
But recently one of my wife’s good hiking buddies lost his home in the fire. He and his wife lost everything, including their instruments.
This makes me happy.
You did good!❤️
This sounds like a particular need that could help heal many.
I'm not sure what became of the Baldwin--I hope someone is still playing it...
I stopped & thought, “This has way too much music in it.”
Fifty years later, I still play it, my son does, & when he's old enough, my grandson will too.
Keepin' it in the family, Dad.
https://youtu.be/MGuEwj2v17A?si=9st_Fd3TIep_Tc01
Old instruments lying around that people or their kids don't play anymore can live again. Donate.
https://bsky.app/profile/kenwhite.bsky.social/post/3lh5ezsjplk2y
I sat on the floor instead of in a chair because our spinet piano is louder down below.
I say "is" instead of "was" because, 70 years later, it still is.
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