Wednesday was my mother’s birthday. She would have been 96 years old.
If she was alive today she would probably still be playing the piano or organ. And playing badly.
She loved playing the piano/organ.
She took years of piano lessons when she was young but they didn’t seem to help.
She had a basic understanding of music.
She could read music and knew where the corresponding keys were on the piano and organ.
But somehow it just never all came together.
She would happily play all her favorites.
But none of us knew what she was playing because they all sounded the same.
We would say, “That was very nice. What was the name of it?”
“That was familiar. I just can’t remember the name of that song.”
My dog, Polo, loved to hear her play the organ. He was her biggest fan.
He particularly like the Mickey Mouse theme song.
When she played that he would sing along.
They were well suited as a duo…they had the same musical abilities.
I have her lack of musical talent but I like to sing.
In my head the words sound beautiful but something happens when they the hit the air.
Sadly, even the cat laughs when I sing.
But I don’t let that stop me.
But I only sing in public in big groups where no one can really hear me.
I did take voice lessons. One day I will tell you about it.