My sisters and I grew up in a very musical family. We all loved to sing, but of course some of us shouldn't, including myself. Some of us have wonderful voices, some played the violin, guitar, but what I fell in love with was the Piano. Actually it was my sister and I. Every Weds we would walk together to take our lessons from Mrs. Stein. She was a wonderful older lady who taught us classical to boogie woogie. Of course I wanted to learn Smoke on the Water, but that wasn't happening. I just wish I kept with it....as I grew older my priorities changed. But my love for my piano is still alive. Sometimes I sit and play but I never get bored just looking at it.
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sweet, Bethy!
Beth, what a lovely story! Your photos make the story come alive.
Bethy, thank you so much for sharing your story. I feel very strongly about pianos, too. I love seeing your gorgeous photos and gaining more insight into your life. It's important to feel connections to our friends.
Gorgeous images, Beth. And a great story, too.
beautiful, Beth!! I get a kick out of your teacher's name ... WhEEE!
wonderful photos and fond memories for me as well
Love your photos and memories.
what a sweet little story. It really reminds me of my mom...she used to play and every once in a while when she's stressed she'll sit down at the piano...
Beautiful piano.
The longing for musical talent is over-powering sometimes, isn't it?
Nice. Wish I could say the same. I can play a mean Mary Had a Little Lamb though!
ohmy...your images are so lovely!
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