My mother, who is 90, remembers the old upright piano from her childhood. It belonged to my grandmother, Marie, who died 11 years ago, just short of her 100th birthday. My grandmother played the piano for years, and then Mama played it. It was my piano when I took music lessons in the 1960s, and in the 1990s, it moved to Auburn when my son took lessons.
In my mind, I can still hear Mama playing Christmas carols (which she played all year round) or practicing “Just As I Am” and “What A Friend We Have In Jesus” for church at Jernigan Methodist. Since she avoided sharps, her repertoire was a bit limited, but for years she was the only member of the church who could play.
Sadly, nobody has played the old piano in years. Whenever I would mention finding it a good home, I’d hear the same sentiment: “Nobody wants a piano anymore.” That’s quite a change from a few decades back when having a piano in the parlor was the mark of a gracious home.
But I took a chance and posted its picture on an Internet community called Nextdoor, offering it “free to a good home.” Within a couple of days, seven people showed interest. And better yet, the very first person who came by to look at it, wanted it. I immediately liked her, and the sadness of giving up a family heirloom lessened as soon as we met.
I could not have been more delighted than when the new owner sent me a photo of the piano in its new home with a text message that read: “Looks great! Can’t wait to play it! Sounds great!” It does my heart good to know that Marie’s piano is not lonely anymore and will have a happy new life in 2019.
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!
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