Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!
-Joseph B. Wirthlin
I’ve had a pretty fun past so far. Some of my favorite memories are growing up and having great times with my family. It is quite funny how my siblings and I have such different memories of similar events. We each remember different things that stood out to us. I wonder how they’d remember the following, I’ll have to ask.
My mom’s parents used to live in PA. We’d get to visit and all of the grandkids would run down to the basement to play. There was an entire room of dress up clothes, toys and even what we called the flower room where Nana had all of her faux flowers. I, personally, loved playing flower shop and pretending to sell the flower arrangements. Also, in that same basement was an old player piano. The kind where you load the paper scroll, sit down and get to peddling. We’d spend hours down there changing songs and ‘playing’ to our heart’s content. Then, they moved to VA- and the player piano came with them. By this point, my brother was old enough to enjoy the piano and all its music. A new round of songs and melodies.
Fast forward about 19 years.
They’ve moved again (closer to us) and the player piano came with them. Points to the piano- I’m not sure how old it is at this point.
Recently the kiddos and I were visiting for lunch and I remembered the piano.
After some initial meddling and ultimate removal of the front panel, Nana got it to work, yet again. This time- I was the adult doing the peddling with the small person on my lap. Also, a quick apology to anyone who had to peddle with me on their lap, I’m so sorry. That’s some serious work. Bubba LOVED the music. His only complaint was the pause in tunes while we ‘rerolled’ the scroll.
“Mommy, why you go slow?”
Buddy, these are fragile, they’re older than Mommy. I don’t actually know how old they are.
We played several songs before we convinced him it was time for lunch. Little Bear fell asleep while we were playing- a true testament of likability for her.
Bubba has asked about the piano several times already. We’ll have to make another trip over to visit again soon.
I am so thankful that our kids have multiple sets of great-grandparents and grandparents in their lives. Not many kids get to say that these days. Here’s to creating a new round of memories.
(I apologize for the bouncy video- it’s hard to peddle and video.)