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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Photo of the day: Inside the Upright From the old piano in my parents' house. I never knew why we had a piano. Nobody in our household of 8 knew how to play.
We all learned how to play. Some of us it "took" more than others. But my mom quit tickling the ivories the day Dad brought home a black snake to photograph and it got away, and showed up inside the piano as a mysterious thunking sound in the bass notes.
In the 50's and 60's it seemed like everyone had a piano in the house, sort of made you look cultured, I guess. And our big upright piano was a really great place to hide Easter eggs on rainy Easters.
We all learned how to play. Some of us it "took" more than others. But my mom quit tickling the ivories the day Dad brought home a black snake to photograph and it got away, and showed up inside the piano as a mysterious thunking sound in the bass notes.
ReplyDeleteIn the 50's and 60's it seemed like everyone had a piano in the house, sort of made you look cultured, I guess. And our big upright piano was a really great place to hide Easter eggs on rainy Easters.
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