I had forgotten all about the piano. There were actually two pianos - the mahogany one in my grandparent's house and the blond Wurlitzer (bought used) in my parent's house. There is a good reason that I had forgotten them. I hated the piano! Thinking about it again really sent me into a downer!
Mom loved to play the piano and of all the things we could have used money for when I was young, she insisted on piano lessons for me. After about a year of me never practicing even the piano teacher, Miss Papadopoulos, agreed it was a lost cause.
In the last years of her life, Mom's one wish was to play the piano again. I bought her a keyboard and she seemed to enjoy it although she was frustrated that her old skills did not return to her easily.
To this day I remain tone deaf and music is far down my list of pleasurable pursuits.
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