This post was inspired by my sister, Jann. Even though she never played, she remembered and loved this old thing!
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This photo is a facsimile of our piano. It looks just like it, except mine had foot pedals to power the player and an awesome old round claw-foot stool.
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I was about eleven years old and had been begging Mom and Dad to let me take piano lessons, ever since I watched Grandma Chris play at the school she taught at in Ibapah. Actually, I'm not certain if it was at the school or at her home, but it was definitely in Ibapah.
They finally relented when Sister Leona Pocock got wind of my desire and offered to teach me for free!
See that old Dodge? That truck was old in 1966 and that's what Dad, Gean, and Randy drove to Ibapah to bring back a piano just for me. I remember watching them back that truck up to the front porch with the biggest piano I had ever seen in the back! I was pretty young, but I remember all the grunting and groaning it took FIVE men to get that thing in the house!

Of course, one of the first things I did was open the top and have a look inside! I found a dead mouse, an empty cigarette package, and what I later learned to be a sales tax token from WWII. I still have that coin.
I couldn't wait! I sat right down and started just plunking on it!
This is the book I started in, and even today, I can play the first song Sister Pocock made me memorize, called "Swinging Along"!
Sadly, this is the only picture I have of my beloved piano. Well, that and my beloved bike!
I only took lessons for about a year or so. I quit just as I was starting Book 2. I have taught myself through the years, because it brings me such joy. My favorite thing? Taking a stack of spiritual music, going to the chapel, and playing for hours, all by myself! And I'd be happy to take anyone with me to get the spiritual lift I get.
The above photo was taken at Mom's funeral. I played a song she asked me to play every time she came to my house. "Dark Horse" by David Lanz. Yes, I cried the whole way through it, but it was perfect. Mom said this song, with its ups and downs, loud and soft, and fast and slow reminded her of her own life.
I will always treasure this gift of mine, and I believe it is a gift straight from God. And I thank Him for it all the time!
Now, let me play something for you!!