A piece of me came home on Friday.
It’s the black upright Yamaha piano my parents purchased in the 80’s when my mom still believed me and sis nr 2 would become concert pianists. We used it to practise endless Mozart and Beethoven and Haydn piano concertos. ( Piano concertos are meant for a solo pianist and an orchestra but for practise purposes the orchestra part is written as a second piano part).
Sis nr 2 did end up with a BMus ( Hons) degree and Performers Licentiate in piano. None of which she is using in her career as an IT specialist…
I ended up with a Performers Licentiate in organ. Which I am not using in my career as farmer’s wife and mother-of-two under the age of 5….
To make a long story short-ish, there always were 3 pianos in our small family. ( My dad is an only child and my mom only had one sister.)
My aunt and uncle bought themselves a baby grand piano in the 70’s. My parents bought their baby grand Yamaha in the late 60’s and then the upright in the 80’s.
When my aunt and uncle sold their house and moved into a smaller place after their kids left home , they no longer had room for their piano and my parents “exchanged” our upright for their baby grand. Which went to my fourth sister when she got married while second sis inherited our baby grand.
A few months ago I had a call from my aunt saying that they are now moving into a retirement home and are looking for a buyer for the upright and were we interested?
Farmerhusband said what he always says ( “wait for the woolcheque” ) and luckily we had a good year so the deal was done.
And now it’s back!
A big part of my history right here in my sittingroom!
What pure joy! Since Friday I’ve been “entertaining” the family with Chopin, cheezy love songs from the 90’s ( My Heart Will Go ohhoooooohn…….) and some heavy Russian nostalgic preludes. ( which competed with the rugby in the TV room next door so the door between me and the game was ever-so-quietly shut by my musical-as-a-brick husband..)
But no matter.
I married a man that values my past and that appreciates my history with music.
I can teach my children to listen and to play themselves should they be so inclined.
( and I’m still determined to teach the farmer to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb”….if you can count to three and back again, ANYONE can play “Mary Had a Little Lamb” ! )
And so our lives evolve and the circles of our seperate memories meet into a whole new place of new possibilities…
May there always be music in this house.