An Oasis of Memories
When I was fourteen I attended my first piano lesson. I know what you’re thinking. “Fourteen is old. Most kids start at four not fourteen!” So call me a late bloomer.
My parents bought this piano for me when I was a teenager. It’s been through a lot! First of all, it’s endured my practicing – in that case, the whole family has endured a lot! Secondly, in 1995 it survived the wrath of hurricane Marilyn which tore the roof off my parents house in St. Thomas and knocked them to the ground when the front door they were trying to secure with furniture was blown in.
Luckily… AMAZINGLY… my parents were not seriously injured. The piano also made a full recovery once all the rain water dried out of it. There a few rusty strings but it still holds its tune pretty well. When we bought our house in Florida, my parents had the piano shipped to us all the way from St. Thomas. Some house warming gift, huh? They wanted me to have it and for that I’m grateful. While I only had lessons for a couple of years, I still love to sit and play my old songs from time to time, and a few new ones that I’ve picked up along the way.
My children took lessons at this piano. For a few years they practiced regularly, albeit sometimes reluctantly. When their protests over taking lessons became too much for me to bear, I made a deal with them. They could stop piano lessons if they took up an instrument in the school band. I guess there will be no concert pianist in the family this generation. They’ve all chosen band. However, every once in a while and to my great delight, they visit their old friend “the piano” and play. I don’t think any of us could imagine our house without it. Even Hubby will have a seat and play a duet with me. We taught him well – we couldn’t have him feeling left out now, could we?
Adorning the top of this family heirloom, if you will, are some of my favorite family photos.
What special items in your home come with fond memories or a personal story?