My sister Becky found a free piano for us, and it fills the corner of the library. The girls, woefully unschooled, still gleefully plunk out "This Is Up, This Is Down, Let's Go Up and Down" too many times a week to count (Anyone who used the Schaum piano book in first grade knows exactly what I mean.) Though I'm a failed drop-out in the realm of piano, it's enough to goad me into trying to teach them something-- anything!-- different.
Love the purple & braids!
ReplyDeleteShe did, too. Hence the snapshot. :)
ReplyDeletewhat a gorgeous (FREE?!?!) piano.
ReplyDeleteThis is an area that really tugs at me. I always wanted to learn to play piano and never could. Now, I would love my children to learn but every year passes and I still don't plunk the money on the table required to getting a teacher. It is sad.
Yes, it was free!
ReplyDeleteIt isn't super-fancy, but it's just what I want. I don't have a heart attack when the girls plunk too hard on the sticky keys. I'm hoping that my sister Deb can give a few "lessons" while she's home this summer to make it worth the having. Becky plays piano beautifully, too, but she's farther away and, you know, a bit busy with caring for her nine chillens.
And, why, you ask, do I not share in their piano-playing prowess? Answer: In fourth grade, my piano teacher told my mother it was a waste of her money to bring me to lessons if I wasn't going to practice. I was too hyper a madcap to want to sit on a hard bench for more than five minutes, so that was the end of my illustrious piano career. Your regrets, at least, have nothing to do with foresight failure in childhood!