learn how to play the piano

My mother told me a few years ago that knew how to play the piano when she was a young’un. I didn’t know that about her. I asked if she could still play the piano and she said she didn’t think she’d retained that knowledge for the last 60 some years. She’s 73 now. Her story only made me want to learn that much more! One day!!! One day I will at least TRY to learn!

guess it’s time to give it another shot.
Failure can lead to success…I must keep telling myself that!

I LOOKED at a piano this evening. It was shut tight and silent. I wanted to lift the cover and touch the keys, bring it to life. But the girls were asleep upstairs and I knew if I plunked on those ivories I would wake them. They don’t hear piano music right after having gone to sleep, ever! So I just admired the cherry wood casing and wished instead.

I was talking to my friend last night. He plays several instruments including the piano. I was telling him about the antique piano that stood in the dining room of the house I spent six years of my childhood in. We weren’t allowed to touch that old piano. It sat silent, no life in it at all. No one ever played it. I always wanted to lift the cover from the ivory keys and plunk out a tune of sorts on it. I knew that to do that would bring a beating so I buried that dream of making music someday. It has been about 35 years since that old piano beckoned to me daily to bring some music into that house. I don’t know why this memory is now coming forth to beckon music again.
I’ve learned over the course of 35 years that I really do not have any rhythm and I am pretty sure I’m tone deaf as well. But I still want to learn how to play the piano.
I’d like to find one of those old upright pianos and put it in my carving studio so I could plunk away on the keys when inspiration is lacking for stone carving. My friend said he’d teach me how to play. Perhaps someday I shall take him up on that offer.
Till I learn to play…this goal will remain on my 43 Things List.

except to think about it…. my friend has a piano, but I’ve only heard it played a few times. I don’t know that I am cooridnated enough to play the piano… Wish I would have had the place to keep and manpower to move that old player piano that my sister had torn to shreds. It was a beautifully out of tune, old player with the player part not in working order, but the keys worked fine. She didn’t want it in her house.It came with the house when she bought it. The manpower was more the problem than anything though…there was none and it was much easier to tear that old thing apart (while I cried silently cause I really would have liked to own it!) and carry it off that way.
This is still on my list and will remain on my list till I acquire a piano of my own.