Tales from the sewing room, with some memories added.
Monday, February 6, 2012
My beautiful Hammond has been repaired at last.
Now for retraining my fingers to make music and not just noise, because of working full time being so busy has prevented me from keeping up my practice. When I first began High School, my parents arranged that I take piano lessons. There was an ulterior motive because within 18 months I was playing for the hymns at church. Decades later I bought a small organ and traded up twice to this model. Again I took lessons and was able to play well enough that people did not leave the room.