Way back in the 1990's when the kids were elementary school age I did what most mothers do at some point: sign their kids up for piano lessons and then coerced them into going. The piano teacher lived just down the road and around a corner so that wasn't a problem. The biggest hurdle was that we didn't own a piano. I dragged the kids over to our country church to practice but long term that wasn't a good solution. My mom, who miraculously still believed in the value of piano lessons after years of making me take them to no avail (I have no talent and only played under duress), decided that she would buy us a piano. All I can say is, "hope springs eternal in the heart of a grandmother." She went to the local music shop in Yorkville, IL and bought a nice used spinet piano. The shop owner, a wiry little old man, duly delivered it to our house and (again miraculously) moved that piano into the house all by himself.
I wish I could say that all three of the kids did brilliantly at piano and were eternally grateful for the lessons. They stuck with it for a couple years but I let them quit when their interest waned, probably because I remembered my own indifference to playing the piano when I was their age. At least it taught them to read music (maybe???). HOWEVER, the piano remained with us after their musical careers ended. It was a physical memory of Omi and I just couldn't get rid of it. It moved to California when we did. It was loaned to our pastor's children for a couple years (until they in turn lost interest). It moved back to Del Mar Ave and then back to the farm with us. And now it has moved on to the next generation. And I must say, it's current prospects for actually being used are much the best that they've ever been. The Golden family is musically way out of our league and hopefully Joshua has inherited all those music genes from Grandma and Grandpa Golden. At any rate, they won't have to take him to the church to practice.
The big question was, how to move the piano? I priced a couple piano moving services but then turned to YouTube U and watched a bunch of videos on how to do it ourselves. We ended up doing it that way and it went flawlessly (except for the accident with the truck enroute but that had nothing to do with the piano). It is now safely moved in and the piano era on the farm has ended. I think my mom would be very happy to know that her gift is still giving to the next generation.
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| Partially wrapped, strapped and up-ended, all hands on deck. |
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| After more wrapping and strapping it's out the door to the lift. |
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| Up-ended, it fit into the lift which saved the guys having to take it down 8 steps. |
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| Around the corner, down the ramp and over to the trailer. |
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| MORE wrapping and strapping and tying down. |
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| Then down the road towards Minooka! it does look suspiciously like a sarcophagus at this point. |
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One more doorway then into place and unwrap.
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| It's getting the Joshie seal of approval. |
Now we just have to wait for the talent to show through!
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