"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Saturday

"Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be"

A video someone sent us to watch, enjoy...and learn.


The couple that plays together stays together.



We have a piano...it was a wedding present to Mr. Foresterman's grandparents from her mother. The year?  1908. 

 It must have seemed to be an impractical gift at the time, especially when a young couple starting out could certainly have used cash or furniture, something to be used to feed or take care of the many children that were to follow.  It was made in Chicago, a brand new upright with beautiful solid maple panels, a cast iron heavy base with delicate ivory keys, a beautiful tone...


 
After 69 years of marriage, 5 children, 20 grandchildren and numerous great grandchildren, came the end of their chapter here on earth.  What followed was the estate sale and the splitting up of family memories; the usual confusion of post generational household "death" divying.  Somehow the piano left the family circle and ended up in a local church basement sitting forlornly in the corner ~ maybe an occasional Sunday School child  would wander over and tinkle out a few notes only to be called off by their parent telling them it was time to go.  Mr. Foresterman remembered his childhood notes on grandma's piano in the frontroom, and he had sought out like a detective to see where it ended up....

"Why yes we still have it all these years, we were wondering what to do with it!".  After a donation and a trailer ride from Northern Illinois to NW Wisconsin, it came home to the family once again.  However years later, Mr. Foresterman hesitated to bring it to Montana as it weighs quite a bit.  In my feral wisdom, it was the first thing we loaded off of the trailer because  for some reason I couldnt bear to leave it behind.  You see, both of us play a few instruments including the piano; we sing, and even have had the Blessing to have served years on Worship teams. Once in awhile at home we'd play together and laugh, and work as a team to make something special. The piano now sits, wrapped up in blankets in the garage waiting to go up two steps to the inside of the house this winter.




After watching this video, I now know why she gave them that piano.  And now I know why we brought it to Montana.

We have a piano...

8 comments:

  1. God bless them!! I loved watching that and especially loved the behind pats every time they switched sides. I hope that The Paintiff and I are still going like that after 62 years.

    I'm so glad you have the piano, such a lovely legacy of love.

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  2. What is it about old love that touches our hearts so deeply? Thanks so much for that. It made me laugh and cry.

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  3. What a wonderful video. My husband and I watched it together and so enjoyed it. We both love music, I play the piano and he plays the guitar. I am so glad you brought the piano to Montana. What a precious family heirloom.
    Amy

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  4. OMGosh...How cute ! it reminds me of my mom and dad (84 and 80)...they can still stop traffic on the dance floor...

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  5. I've seen this video before and love it!

    We held on to my grandfather's piano for decades before parting with it. He played violin with the symphony, but there was always a piano in his music room.

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  6. I love this video! Especially both of them with such huge smiles on their faces, and the fanny pats of course :) Thanks for sharing that-it made my day

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  7. I've seen the video - yes it is an awesome piece of work. I'm so glad you found your husbands family piano. My mam played the piano and I remember fondly the many times we as a family gathered around her piano and sang the hymns. Mostly, we were practicing for 'special music' for Sunday morning. Daddy was the country pastor and of course we were often the 'special music.

    I sure hope you enjoy it this winter in MONTANA!

    BTW - I found you from Julie's place

    like the hat :)

    patrina <")>><
    warrior bride in boots

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