“Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, and singers of song.”
-Pam Brown
Hello, sweet friend…
These past few days the weather has been beautiful…
I’ve been enjoying the garden…
The ‘Doris Day’ roses Joe planted in memory of my father’s 100th birthday…
are blooming beautifully!
That being said…and with Father’s Day just around the corner… today I would like to share a re-edited post written several years ago…dedicating it to my father a.k.a.… ‘Captain Ed’
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Original post published June 2015
One of the reasons I love to blog…
is that I enjoy talking😂
telling stories.
more specifically sharing them…
I must confess the intro to this post has been edited several times.
I found myself in a quandry about writing “certain” things. Things of the heart are sometimes difficult to share.
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Perhaps because it makes me feel a tiny bit vulnerable…
To make a long story short…while deciding what to leave or take for my move to the Oregon coast…
I decided to let go of everything. Which included a beloved baby grand piano from my childhood. Letting go of things can be difficult, and should never be confused with the loving memory.
The piano had been a gift from my father when I was 14 years old.
A part of my life for over 40 years… He loved singing.. I loved playing.
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Up until my move to the coast…wherever I moved… the piano moved with me…
I knew that our home on the coast was going to be a whole new experience. uncertain as it seemed…I was looking forward to trying something different.
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And, of course there was the space factor. There wouldn’t be room in our small cottage so I’d have to store it. The piano wasn’t intended to be stored. It was meant to be used, loved, cherished.
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So, anyway… it wasn’t an easy decision…
The interesting thing is that no sooner had I arrived in my new home…I met someone who had mentioned she didn’t want her piano anymore…it could be mine if I moved it.
Within 24 hours I had found someone to move it.
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I now have an upright piano that sits against the wall. It fits perfectly. Ironically, It’s almost identical to the very first piano that I ever had…
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One which sat in the garage when my parents moved into their new home years ago. My mom didn’t want it in their new house…so they moved it into the garage. I would go in the garage every day and practice. (while my father sang)
Sort of funny how life weaves around us in mysterious ways…
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