tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975088353842449737.post7092197922363758489..comments2023-10-20T08:31:28.596-05:00Comments on For the love of : A Small Part of My Life will Leave My Home TodayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975088353842449737.post-39586812091625650882012-12-18T16:38:48.093-06:002012-12-18T16:38:48.093-06:00Lovely post! My mom sold my piano when I went int...Lovely post! My mom sold my piano when I went into the USAF. This Christmas Santa is bringing mommy and Zack a keyboard.Lori Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12297328109318290291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7975088353842449737.post-33626086509485591002012-12-18T12:09:05.498-06:002012-12-18T12:09:05.498-06:00I was so touched to read your post, Mallory. It br...I was so touched to read your post, Mallory. It brought back such memories for me. Like yours, my family was financially on the straight and narrow. It was a time when we had to save up cash if we wanted "extras"; I remember even cars were paid in cash (Dad bought new about every ten years after saving up). <br /><br />I think that's how my Dad was able to buy me that piano the Christmas I was thirteen, by dipping into the "car fund". I only took formal lessons for about a year and a half, but it sparked a love of music that has remained throughout the intervening 40 years. I taught myself to sing and sight read based on those music theory lessons of my childhood. <br /><br />I, too, dreaded those recitals! I think all that kept me at my seat, and got me through, was the sight of Mum and Dad watching so proudly. They are both gone now. That old piano has remained with me; I still play when required, but my real joy is singing. When I stand to sing at church this Christmas Eve, I'll be thinking of my parents, who gave me the priceless gifts of music and faith, and for me the two are inextricably linked.Monique (A Half-Baked Notion)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16227965573117684221noreply@blogger.com