My mother somehow knew the lessons would be good for me. I lovingly recall my piano teacher as an older, “smoker” woman who encouraged me to prepare for my Church mission (prompted by Mother, I’m sure). Mrs. Hardiman(?) on 9th Avenue had a unique method of teaching beginners. She colored notes on simple music to match a color chart placed behind the keys. It worked wonders for me (especially when I got to do the coloring), and I still remember the color scheme today.
I was also blessed to have a younger piano teacher after my mission; Mrs. Rogers gave me advanced lessons (without coloring) and was patient with my young-adult priorities. As I relearn to play piano in my old age, I think in color along with the black and white. It’s a blast ... from the past! Besides, good music has always added color to our life, and I love it.
Today I go with our grandchildren to their first piano lesson, and I will get help with technical questions. I have needed the 10-minute lesson for several months since restarting my practice last year as therapy. So, it’s never too late to learn something new, such as a favorite, “Family History — I Am Doing It” (Children’s Songbook, page 94). Young and old (like my number-one keyboard player Kay and I) are enjoying piano together.
Kay playing our grand upright piano
inherited from Grandmother Cannon
grandson jumping in, not waiting for piano lessons
