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First Piano

First Piano

First Piano - Jesse French, ebony, console. 

When I was six and my sister nine, my mother and father bought this ebony, piano console.  Somehow, my mother had convinced my financially conservative father to purchase this brand-new item so that her daughters would learn to play piano.  Since I was “trained” in many ways to be the lady of southern heritage, I now think piano lessons were just the thing to do for young ladies – making them more enticing marriage material.

My sister and I were told that we would take piano lessons for three years and then we could quit if we so desired.  My sister chose to quit.  But before she quit I had fun playing duets with her and really loved-loved playing and practicing.  Mrs. Hanna was our teacher, the only teacher’s name I remember.  She was friendly and supportive and gave me a positive start in music.  The last teacher I had, after a few others throughout the ten years of weekly piano lessons, was a typical teacher of young ladies.  I was aghast at her red, long nails!    

Throughout these years of my youth, my parents struggled financially.  After hearing them argue about paying for piano lessons, I decided to quit.  Wanting a better teacher was too costly.  That was not the smartest choice to make, as I am sure there were other options.  Unfortunately, I walked away from the piano for many years following. 

First Piano