A charming reminder that all inanimate pianos have human stories built into them. It’s a piano I remember well from my childhood, when Michael and I sat underneath it as Victor played and sang.
I have my original piano, purchased in 1961. Mason and Rich, it says. My first piano was a simple cardboard sheet, with the notes drawn across it. I practised diligently but no sounds emerged although my fingers got stronger. When I got my real piano, it became my treasured friend, and sometimes nemesis when I could not play to my satisfaction. It now resides in my basement in quiet retirement. To bring it to its former glory would require a considerable investment which I cannot justify. Yet I cannot bear to part with it. The wood still gleams and I can even coax some friendly keys to let me pretend we are young again. Bach, Mozart, Chopin, show tunes, and movie themes hide in its innards. Along with my sweat and musical ambitions. It is an album of sorts. It is family.
Had I the funds, I would have gladly had the piano restored. Nothing quite like a Steinway. And nobody quite like Sheila Goldbloom. How utterly perfect! Thank you for sharing ♥️
What a nice story, Alice! Sheila was such a wonderful, warm, caring woman. I’m trying to sell my mom’s guitar, & it’s taking a lot longer than the sale of the piano! Naomi
Absolutely wonderful! You tell this story so well that my nose was glued to the page from beginning to end, when you tied up every loose end into a profound lesson in the power of being good and loving towards everyone in your life...and keeps on producing unexpected dividends years later. Well Done. I am eager to hear more of your parable like stories!
Lovely!
Sheila was a listener, and you are a grand storyteller.
A charming reminder that all inanimate pianos have human stories built into them. It’s a piano I remember well from my childhood, when Michael and I sat underneath it as Victor played and sang.
this brought tears to my eyes, a poignant gorgeous story about Sheila through the keys of a venerable piano.
Mary Anne Ferguson
Heartwarming and poignant. That piano brought brought such presence to the room. And while I never heard it played, I can just imagine ….❤️
I am glad that because of Sheila’s “way”, it will have a continued good life.
This was a lovely story. Thank you!
I have my original piano, purchased in 1961. Mason and Rich, it says. My first piano was a simple cardboard sheet, with the notes drawn across it. I practised diligently but no sounds emerged although my fingers got stronger. When I got my real piano, it became my treasured friend, and sometimes nemesis when I could not play to my satisfaction. It now resides in my basement in quiet retirement. To bring it to its former glory would require a considerable investment which I cannot justify. Yet I cannot bear to part with it. The wood still gleams and I can even coax some friendly keys to let me pretend we are young again. Bach, Mozart, Chopin, show tunes, and movie themes hide in its innards. Along with my sweat and musical ambitions. It is an album of sorts. It is family.
Had I the funds, I would have gladly had the piano restored. Nothing quite like a Steinway. And nobody quite like Sheila Goldbloom. How utterly perfect! Thank you for sharing ♥️
Wonderful Alice…you perfectly captured Sheila…❤️
What a great story to convey the subtle strength of Mrs Goldbloom character.
Beautiful story.
What a wonderful tribute to your mother in law and what sensitive nuances in your story. I just loved this.
What a nice story, Alice! Sheila was such a wonderful, warm, caring woman. I’m trying to sell my mom’s guitar, & it’s taking a lot longer than the sale of the piano! Naomi
Absolutely wonderful! You tell this story so well that my nose was glued to the page from beginning to end, when you tied up every loose end into a profound lesson in the power of being good and loving towards everyone in your life...and keeps on producing unexpected dividends years later. Well Done. I am eager to hear more of your parable like stories!
A lovely story, rich in detail and lovingly crafted.
Lovely story, beautifully written. I value reading it. Thanks for writing it.