be even going on three, but my parents, at some stage,
sort of way; they grow - not something that a piano (or any
other inanimate item) in the corner of the living-room
does. (As far as anyone knows anyway.)
to a certain kind of infra-red spectrum analysis, the image
shows the outline of the full leaf. So, imagine if a tree, even
after being chopped up and made into furniture, yet retains a
part of whatever measure of 'awareness' it may have had
when it was growing in a forest or field somewhere? Too
far-fetched? Perhaps, but who can say for sure?
he was a friend of a friend, and what's more, coincidentally lived
next door to another of our previous homes, though not when
we'd lived there. (Which is neither here nor there, but it's
an interesting example of how 'fate' unfolds.)
Same goes for myself. Although no longer living in
the area, I was back in that church many a time over the
years. As was my mother in fact, as she attended its Sunday
services every week. I restricted myself to jumble sales and
Christmas and Summer fayres, but I surely must have passed
the piano, or even stood close to (or against) it on one of my
many visits over a period of nearly 20 years. Did that poor
piano also call out to me (or my mother), unable to com-
prehend why we turned a deaf ear to its cries?
The church was demolished around '91 or '92 (due
to structural flaws) and a new (and different) building was
erected in its place. I took numerous photos, both inside and
out, before the old church (which had only been completed in
1965 or '66) was erased from the face of the planet, and our old
piano - if it hadn't been replaced or dispensed with by that time -
is surely in one of those pics. It was a large church, with two or
three pianos in different halls, but I think I got photos of all of
them. Trouble is, they're in a box in the loft at the moment,
so I can't check - or illustrate this post with a piccie.
I'll add one later when I find them.
In the meantime, I've used a stock photo of a piano,
which will have to do the job for now. I guess it's always
possible that the piano yet survives in the new church build-
ing, and now that the thought has occurred to me, I'll make a
point of visiting one day to see if it is. If it's there, I'll be sure
to say hello to it, and run my fingers over its keys, just for old
times' sake. If it isn't, I'll gaze upon it's image in one of my
photos and bid it goodbye. After all, it's a friend from
the past, and doesn't deserve to be forgotten.
Whatever its fate, hopefully it had a happy life being
played for the enjoyment of hospital patients and church
groups. Had we kept it, it's entirely probable that it would
never have got to fulfill the purpose for which it was created,
and merely been a surface on which to place framed photos
or vases. It was made to make music, and I like to think
that's what it got to do. (And hopefully yet does.)
Feel free to tell me that I need 're-tuning'.
Update: Below are three photos of two pianos (I think -
could be the same one in two different halls). I took them in
the church sometime in the early 1990s, and I'm hoping that
one is the piano we had temporary custody of at the start of
the '70s. There's no reason why one of them shouldn't be
'ours', so I prefer to believe that one of them is.