Learning to play an instument is something that requires dedication, and a lot of tolerance on behalf of other members of the family. I was about 5 when I began my lessons on the pianoforte, and the early days are just a blur. I don’t remember what I learnt, I don’t remember how often I had lessons or on which day of the week, but I do remember my first piano teacher.
Mrs Dudeney lived in a house a short walk from where we lived. She was old. She must have been at least 50, and at 5 that is very old! She was always beautifully dressed. Silk dresses at calf length, lace collars, silk scarf suitably draped over her shoulder and always a lace handkerchief.
Oh yes, always a lace handkerchief.
A lace handkerchief safely stashed.
A lace handkerchief safely stashed up the left leg of her shiny pink directoire bloomers.
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We had a piano when I was a child but I was never taught to play. I have been in the pub, well oiled in the early hours and attempt to play Toccata and Fugue on pub piano; unsuccessfully. If it was really quiet I had a go at Chopin’s funeral march! 🙂
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LOL, Mike. You could have chosen easier things to try.
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amusing…
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😉
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fun story
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Thanks for visiting
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I’m smiling now. That’s a cute, funny story! But, I would NOT want to ever borrow Mrs Dudeney’s lace handkerchief.
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You and me both, Theresa!
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I wasn’t expecting that!
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LOL, I didn’t the first time, either. I don’t know anyone else that did it…… thankfully
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Lovely story!
Growing up, I never had the opportunity to learn an instrument and am in awe of people who have such talents. I always thought of myself as ‘lacking’ until I realized I have the gift of communication. I can write, I can speak, I can interact.
And I get to chat with you across the miles!
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Let’s face it, communication is a great deal more important. And you do it so well. Thanks for coming back.
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That is a strange place to keep a hanky.
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(I don’t keep mine there 😉 )
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