Thursday, August 30, 2007

Piano

When I was younger I used to beg for piano lessons. My mom figured it was something that was short lived and just moved our piano into my room. I ended up cutting out letters and labeling each key and teachng myself to play some simple songs. My mom relented and enrolled me in piano lessons taught by an older lady at our church. I took for about 5 or 6 years till I was too busy with swimming, sailing and being a teenager. When we moved to Texas I got my piano back and found someone to be my piano teacher again and enrolled Em too. We both took for a year and a half till she moved away after her husband retired from the army.

I play periodically but this past weekend I found some music that I had been missing at my mom's house and I am back at it. Junior loves to sit in the playpen while I play each day and every once in a while he gets fussy if I spend too long on a song. It's been fun going back to play some of the songs that I did when I was much younger and the girls think I play beautifully--always nice to hear!

Maybe by the time DH gets back I can brush up on a few songs and impress him. When we moved into this house they moved my piano in first and I played a couple of scales to make sure it survived the move and the movers had me play for them till I ran out of songs that I had memorized. I used to think that if we ever got to move I would leave the piano behind, but I think we will just pack it along with us and let it continue to travel the world (it originally was bought while we lived in Australia).

4 comments:

Uncle Dan said...

When your Dad and I were younger, I used to pick out current popular songs on the piano and write the notes down for your Dad to use when he played the violin. I never learned to read music, only played by ear.

Anonymous said...

You and Dad were quite a combination, Uncle Dan!

ABW, I just remember you playing the songs SO fast. And then you'd play them faster. And faster. And faster....

Scribbit said...

I've always been grateful that my parents provided piano lessons. Not until I was a parent did I realize the sacrifice in time and money that they made but I'm very appreciative now for the way it's enriched my life--and even now the lives of my kids as I teach them.

kbug said...

That's so cool...I always wanted to learn how to play an instrument of some kind, but never did. All three of the boys played an instrument of some kind, though, and I always enjoyed listening to them. Maybe I'll just have to get Kevin's old guitar down and start playing with it...it's never too late, right???