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my great grandmother was a very wonderful pianist... quite the musician... her father was a traveling musician and her mother was on the wild side. they think that her mother was married to her father, yet no one can be quite sure.
she grew up with a harsh aunt and uncle that treated her as a servant on their farm...
she did find solace in the little runt pig she carefully saved and nurtured.
her aunt and uncle butchered it and made her eat it.
i can't imagine after caring for it so much...
she was allowed piano lessons, she found release in it...
mmmm, and i have her piano...
they bought it for $10 from a neighbor that was moving, not sure if her aunt did or she did... beautiful 1904 upright...
i wish i knew more about her...
wish i could play piano and live up to her...
my grandma almost wasn't allowed to go to her funeral, as the family was jehovah's witness and my grandma didn't practice that form of religion.
i wish i could have known my great-grandmother...
ha, i think she would have helped me with my voice lessons joyfully, she seems like she would love to have a member of her family enjoy music as she did...
*realizing*
all the music came to me really... i think there's one of her other great-grand daughters that's in junior high and does drama, but the two of us are as artistic as it gets in this family...
my grandma does such a phenomenal embroidery job...
on the other hand, my dad is also quite artistic, really. he played the piano very very well, but stopped in high school as FFA and dirt bikes were more interesting. so i suppose i get creativity from him aswell...
but i digress.
thinking of my great grandmother and thinking of what piano meant to her...
also entitles a 'but i digress...'
haha, it has always been my piano... i would always mess around with it for as long as i can remember...
i'm thankful it's mine...
haha, traveling musician and wild woman... and she grows up living with a hard family... i do wish i had known her.
ha, her wedding ring won't even fit on my smallest finger, i got the boxy german hands...
you know, i enjoy the fact that my family could enjoy a musical and possibly illegitimate daughter of a traveling musician and a loose woman that grew up in a strict household where her only escape was to practice her piano for hours on end?
this song has been running through my head.
It's a long way from Miami to LA
It's a longer way from yesterday
To where I am today
It's a long way from my thoughts
To what I'll say
It's a long, long way from paradise
To where I am today
All that's in my head
Is in Your hands
It's a long way from
The moon up to the sun
It's a longer road ahead of me
The road that I've begun
Stop to think of all the
Time I've lost
Start to think of all the
Bridges that I've burned
That must be crossed
Over, over, over
Take me over
I've been poison
I've been rain
I've been fooled again
I've seen ashes
Shine like chrome
Someday I'll see home
Home, home
I can see the stars
From way down here
But I can't fall asleep
Behind the wheel
It's a long way from the
Shadows in my cave
Up to Your reality to
Watch the sunlight taking over
Over, over, over
Take me over
I've been poison
I've been rain
I've been fooled again
I've seen ashes
Shine like chrome
Someday I'll see home
Home, home
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