Our Steinway

Mike’s father gave us his grandfather’s 1927 Steinway piano. It’s in beautiful shape and has replaced the “ball room” in our house. Our ballroom wasn’t for dancing but for playing ball—big pink, basket, soft---all varieties really. For about a year it was a room to play ball but also unofficially our formal living room. We just didn’t have anything fancy to put in it. Although I have wanted my own piano for a long time, nevertheless, when the piano was delivered last Sunday, I thought I would miss the ball room. Our children are three and one…ball room or don’t touch room? Well, I have played the piano every day since it arrived last Sunday and the girls and I have had the best time. I’m getting that music itch again.