Down on the Farm: Pianos and heroes
In a resigned response to last week's continued wet weather, I sat at the old upright piano at our place of business and played some somber hymns.
The piano sits in the same room where my grandfather played hymns on another old upright when the ups and downs of business got to him sixty years ago.
The piano I now play then sat in Grandma and Grandpa's living room. It is an ancient upright once covered in thick, black lacquer.
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