We've always loved Granny's piano.
It had a room without doors all to itself...glorious! Beautiful music would stream from that room through the whole house and into the neighborhood. Granny plays every day. And, when we came over, we played...even MacGyver! There's just something wonderful about playing a baby grand.
Some years the children would prepare a Christmas program complete with scripture, songs, cookies and hot chocolate...the hot chocolate is for Grandfather.
Just this last summer we had a concert with Hope, Elise and Livia...voice, dance, violin and a bit of piano. ...alas...I didn't bring my camera that evening....big mistake. It was wonderful.
But Granny and Grandfather decided to move to Arizona...and Granny decided not to bring her piano. She offered it to us...oh my! We tried to get her to reconsider as we knew how much she enjoyed her piano. But then, she got herself another baby grand when she got to Arizona and I knew we could happily receive her precious gift.
Now, my old, 90 years old, piano has been a place of joy in our living room for years... But, it needs work...like most of us old gals.
We called the best piano movers... So, she was lovingly wrapped...
and the old gal went upstairs to be enjoyed until she can be rebuilt.
and...Granny's beautiful baby grand found a new home in our home... (I find I cannot walk by without wanting to play...and I usually succumb to the temptation...)
and Granny is welcome to play...anytime.
Thank you, thank you Granny.
