…and, on another Note…

This is for posterity. This is for My Children when they decide to sell my piano at the garage sale…for free. After I’m dead. I hope.  This is, also,  to let My Children know that “No,  I did not nor do I love My Piano more than I love them, My Children”  and…since they aren‘t here…they can’t see my fingers crossed, and hidden behind my back.  My Reader, still The Putz, will more than likely tell them I’ve lied. Again.

You’ve heard this before since it accompanies the I walked 400 miles to school in 90 feet of snow daily for one thousand years story, but…I have,  actually, played piano since I was three.

Which means?

Nothing to My Reader. However,  to me,  this is where the very personal part begins to play…

What it means to me is this:  I’ve taken lessons, practiced, accompanied others, dueted many, given lessons, recitaled myself into nervous paralysis, practiced some more, dusted key boards,  polished, practiced again and again, played beautiful music  and…hauled an enormous piece of furniture up and down the west coast and half-way around the world and back.

That’s  one huge and never ending Mayflower moving van bill.

My last move resulted in My Children throwing away the Where Ma’am Lives Now page in their address diaries…and also asking to be dis-inherited.

Now you see why I lie to them….

The Piano. MY piano…is 100 years old. Each time it moves it has to be tuned. My current piano tuner is, by the way, completely normal. I’ve had some real doozie-crazies in my house playing with keys and tuning strings, and finding Mark was…well…refreshing. When it comes to piano tuners I do believe “normal” is rare but very, very  good.

Mark suggested  after the “first-after-the-move-tuning“, he return in several weeks and give My Piano a good cleaning. Probably hadn’t been done in a while…I’m guessing forty years or more…so it sounded like a good idea.

While cleaning, Mark found a hidden signature on the bass-clef A Key, at the very end of the key board. It was signed Marshall, H. and dated Sept. 1912…which after reading THE PIANO SHOP ON THE LEFT BANK by Thad Carhart, is not unusual or rare, especially in small piano-making workshops. My piano came from  a small family owned piano workshop originally located in Yorkshire, England.  It was brought to America on a steam ship, was owned by one family, and passed down through three generations. It still  has a sweet-mellow tone, and a light key touch.

My Piano now has my name “autographed” on the bass-clef A Key right next to Marshall, H. and the date 2012.   

My Piano is one hundred years old.

It is mine and it is…home.

Piano at Home.


14 thoughts on “…and, on another Note…

  1. That’s your baby and it gives you comfort. Your kids want to throw it out? Well, I know all about moving pianos from when my son played. It was an upright. You should give us sample here to hear sometimes. I love the sound of the piano.


  2. Oh my goodness, that is so cool! If it were mine, I’d be making room on my bench for any past owners to play a duet with me sometimes. I do believe in ghosts and I believe that everybody who loved your piano as much as you love it still resides somewhere in those strings and comes forth everytime you play it. And now you’ll be there too! That is so beautiful…Lyle is jealous, btw. 🙂


      1. Cross him off the List. You have no time for Losers…geez, I was hoping for a June wedding.


        1. LL: off the list…and that includes the Christmas card, baby shower, Tupperware, Avon AND Mary Kay…..not that I attend any of these myself (listed)…

          Just for “fun” I went and looked at my Reader’s Choice list of entries…the bottom one…STILL IN LOVE WITH….was dated Dec/2010….15 months ago…that’s plenty of time to get the cattle fed, watered, bred, calved, re-watered, re-fed, and sent packing. I’ve been patient but enough is enough….put your bridesmaid dress away, Sweet-Tea.


  3. Monica….Never, ever feel sorry for My Children…..selling My Piano at The Garage Sale…for free…deserves nothing less than my making fun of them while I can!!! Smile here!! And on another other note….”coaxing magic” is a great descriptor of my practice sessions!! My Piano looks so much better than I play……………..


  4. This really made me smile. This IS dedication. But you have a 100-year old treasure, and the ability to coax magic out of it. I am glad it is with you again. Only I feel sorry for your kids haha. I enjoyed reading this.


  5. I have never had a piano with that history, but it makes me wonder what stories the piano I have rented here, or the piano of my childhood will tell. Even when not played regularly pianos are observers of life and often placed right in the heart of the home. Great story.


    1. Thank you, Jumble. From your snaps…looks like you have an upright? Your own post on piano tuning and the analogy of a musical instrument (in our instance our pianos) becoming a “lifeline to the soul” is so true. Here’s “back atcha” on having a great story.


  6. Excellent! And even if the kids don;t sell it, I hope they do give it to a place/person where it will be loved, cherished and played.
    Happy centennial to the 88 keys!


    1. Nice to see you El G…and thanks for that 88 key salude! A one hundred year old piano deserves double delicious chocolate cake sans the candles…works for me!!


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