I am not sure what year my parents purchased this piano.
It has been part of my life from my earliest memories and so I expect it was purchased in the early sixties.
Piano lessons on Tuesday evenings for my brother Gerry and I began every September and ended with the summer recital which I loathed.
My stage fright was easily solved by playing the piece learned by memory while shaking like a leaf. The best part of those recitals was the beautiful summer evening later, and Mrs. Anna Toew's delicious treats.
I did something yesterday I have never done before.
I opened up the piano to reveal strings and hammers and then played for myself.
I had never seen the interior signage.
made in Canada.
I never really did play well.
Grade 8 Royal Conservatory was the last lesson book I studied from but the exam was never completed and I am glad I was spared ...I think.
What I love to do is to play music that my mind knows without notes to follow.
In recent years I have enjoyed children's Sunday School songs more than anything else and hymns.
That this would be my music of choice I would not have expected.
When my parents retired and moved off their farm...
the piano came to live with us and we have had it in our home the last 35 years.
it found a new home.
In my dreams..
I hear the sweet sound of children learning to play those simple songs.
I will enjoy those recitals ....
and will be happy to go and play Sunday School Songs...
whenever they need an extra.
all for now...