It's taught 2 now grown boys to play and accompanied hours of sing along's and around-the-room dances.
Its bench is worn from humid Florida air and sweaty behinds.
It was bought and cared for 26 years ago with deep love and hard work.
and boy oh boy is it heavy.
Two strong men were barely enough and I am grateful to our new, strapping, young neighbor Eric for being home, slipping on shoes, and helping us in the task.
After testing out a few scales, I wondered what to play first.
I opened my old blue hymnal, and turned to page 77, "The Stars Were Silent", written by my Grandpa Bixel. My fingers are out of shape and the piano needs a tune up, but boy... as the chords my grandpa penned echoed through the house, I suddenly felt at home and enveloped by my history and hopeful for our future.
Welcome, dear piano, to your second home. I hope you are ready for more lessons, more sing along's and around-the-room dances and yes, more sweaty behinds to leave prints on your well-worn bench.