Inherited something large and heavy this week.
Twenty three years ago they moved to their current house, and stuck the family piano (my grandparents') in the basement under a sheet of plastic, against a concrete wall (in WINNIPEG no less). I begged them not to, but to no avail. It became a place to store paint cans. About eighteen years ago I decided I wanted to take piano back up (I did maybe four or five years of lessons as a kid, and now type over ninety words a minute on a good day, so my logical brain says I'm finally READY to learn piano.) My mom said I could have it, for a not so small sum of money, so I declined. Now that they're moving it's a treasure again and I must take it. Only after 23 years of neglect, what are the chances it's even still a piano? Well, after paying to have professionals bring it here (it wasn't worth the fight) and look at it, it turns out it needs a cleaning, and a tuning, but NOTHING is actually wrong with it. (There must be piano guardian angels. I'm flabbergasted by this revelation.) The only sheet music in the house is a collection of Christmas carols (I also play the flute, and had snagged these copies from a music teacher. I ignored everything but the melody line when I used them for my flute), and so what have I been doing this week? Playing Christmas Carols on my HORRIBLY out of tune piano with the windows open (trying to enjoy the last few days of above zero fresh air...). On Monday I couldn't even read the bass clef notes...today I performed Santa Claus is Coming to Town for my hubby (he was delighted), and even managed many of the left hand chords, something I never managed back in the day, so I'm sticking to my "if you can type, you can learn to play piano" theory. Oh how the neighbours must be hating listening to my happy out of tune Christmas songs! |
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Tracie, I think that is fabulous! I played voilin as a kid and teenager. Dropped it when i discovered boys. Stupid me...Then as an adult attempted to pick it up again and couldn't remember how to read a single note!  Then decided to take up piano...Now that was hard! After a few years of lessons, I culd play a few things and was able to rad music again. Only my hands went out due to carpal tunnel and nerve damage - job related. So, I traded in my upright and bought a baby grand that plays itself! Its wonderful and better than I could ever play! Enjoy the piano. Its something everyone wishes they had. And its from your Mom. Enjoy it!!!! |
| Oh, Diane, that would be wonderful to own, a piano that plays itself!! Tracie, so glad the piano is OK other than tuning. We'll see if it can hold the tuning, let's hope! I too was a flute player and if I think real hard, I think I can remember the fingerings until we get super high.......which was my downfall. Once above the staff my eyesight wouldn't let me count the lines above quickly enough.....that and having no rhythm for those faster notes,  |
Wonderful! Seems like this is one "treasure" you may enjoy! Keep it up-- sounds like you have real talent to have mastered the Christmas Carols so quickly.  After 6 years of lessons, I can play: "Here I go, up a row, to a Birthday Party" "Dolly Dear, Sandman's Near. You will soon be sleeping" and... "Wigwam" Millie Palmer was my teacher. She earned her pay. |
| A piano is a great thing to have! I've been playing the piano since I was 12. You should post some pictures of the piano! |
| Oh I feel your pain. At this moment I have 2, count 'em, 2 pianos! In my teeny tiny house - 2 pianos. I inherited 1 a couple years ago, after we moved in here. Then I took the one my brother offered me when he moved to FL in May. (it's a much nicer piano, needed less work and I was able to put it in my LR) But now, after more than 4 months I'm still stuck with the first one - which I was certain I'd get rid of by now. What was I thinking? Shellie |
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