An Old Piano
I have some moments when nostalgia and sentimentality take over from good sense, but I’m pretty much fine with that.
This piano belonged to my Grandpa, who I am too young to remember, but have been regaled with stories of his greatness for as long as I can remember. It was his Olympus Om2 that was my first ‘real’ camera. So despite not remembering the few years that I knew him, I still feel a pretty strong bond.
The piano lived in my Gran’s house, which was my home away from home, until she passed away, when it moved to my Aunt & Uncle’s house. It’s been there for quite a few years now, and my Aunt let me know they wanted to move it out for some space.
So..it’s made the trek from Ayrshire to Glasgow where it’s had a bit of a clean and a tune. Pretty delighted that the big noisy thing from way back when I was a kid is kicking around again.
Now I just need to start learning how to play the thing!