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I took at trip to North Carolina to visit Lisa – a childhood friend with whom I was reconnected at my mother’s funeral.  Being a young widow (since remarried) she is kind of an expert on grief.  We sat up late many evenings talking about all kinds of things.  She reminded me of how I used to play piano when we were kids.  I was never really taught to do this.  The church had an old piano they needed to get rid of and I was kind of in the market for one at the time.  I really wanted a harp but my parents had no idea how to pull that off so they offered me this piano (don’t feel bad for me – I now own seven harps) .  Three months later I was playing Beethoven piano sonatas.  I had an uncle who told my parents to send me to Julliard.  The politely told him to MYOB – music majors end up working in McDonald’s.  Didn’t he know that?  They continued to insist upon this “fact” until I met my current husband who makes a very good living teaching music, thank you very much.

But I digress.  After I arrived home from South Carolina an opportunity to go to the National Flute Convention in New York suddenly appeared (a synchronicity) and as I was in the market for a new flute, I went.  I stayed with about five other ladies in an apartment a few miles away from the convention so I did a lot of walking.  While I was in New York, walking, and walking … I started thinking, “gee, I wish I hadn’t let Bill (my husband) talk me into getting rid of that old piano.”  I had a beat up baby grand when we met, but when we got married and bought a new house, it didn’t really fit anywhere and we decided to sell it.

I came home on the third day of the convention totally exhausted.  There was a concert that night but I told everyone I was too tired to go.  I went to bed on the sofa shortly after they all left for dinner out.  I should add that in the early ten weeks between my mother’s death and August 19, 2009 I hadn’t dreamed of her AT ALL.  Which is unusual in itself.  But in New York I dreamed of her every night.  On this particular night I had the my first contact dream.

I found myself in my parents’ front yard, pacing back and forth and carrying on a telepathic conversation with my mother.

“You of all people should KNOW there isn’t a problem with this situation,” she scolded.

“You have got to quit mooning around like this!  You’re driving everybody nuts!”

“Well, OK,” I conceded.  “As long as I can keep talking to you like this, I think I can get used to it.”

“OK, that’s fine!  Just knock it off.  There is nothing wrong.  I am right here.  So for God’s sake settle down!”

I talked to her for a while after that although I can’t remember much more of the conversation.  Honestly it wasn’t any different than what she would have said if she were alive!

I woke up from the encounter at about 8:00PM and immediately called my husband.  Before I had a chance to tell him about my encounter, he hit me with one of his own.

“You’ll never guess what I just found!” he said.  “I went into Northway Mall to get a peice of equipment for my weight set, and there is an antique concert grand piano for sale in that little used piano store!  It’s incredible!”

I told him about my experience (he was impressed).  When I got home we went to look at this piano and I was shocked because it looks almost exactly like the antique piano my grandparents had when my mother was growing up.

I saw it once – or what was left of it – sticking out from under a pile of junk in the attic when we were cleaning out that house.  When she saw the puddle of drool forming on the floor my mother reined me in.  During the depression they got tired of the piano taking up so much space so her father chopped it up and made it into a table.  Sorry – she said – we didn’t know you would’ve wanted it.  This piano is an upgrade from the one my grandparents had.  It is an 1873 Decker Brothers concert grand in elaborately carved rosewood.  It is in completely original condition save about five strings that broke and had to be replaced when we had the sucker cranked up to A440.  We bought it with part of the insurance money so she paid for it too!  By sheer luck my Dad happened to be there to see it the day it was delivered – Mom’s surprise gift from the other side.  As I played again after many years the lights in the room flickered mysteriously in agreement.

Not long after I was in our attic hunting for the old box of piano music I had from when I was a kid.  I found it.   While sorting through it I found something that wasn’t there before: a handwritten manuscript with 116 of my grandfather’s favorite tunes, written in the 1930’s when he was teaching his son (my uncle) to play.  Then it began to dawn on me – where did this box of music come from?  I got the piano way back when and my mother produced this box of music from … where?  Her parents’ attic!  All this time I’d be bugging her about what he used to play, and she’d already given me a huge box of his music!

So that is when the idea hit me – I’ll record a CD of my grandfather’s music on period instruments!  We have lots of period instruments as one thing we do for a living is historical music performances in period costume.  This project is now underway.  Naturally there is a lot more of the CD story to come.  My grandfather was born in 1884.

During the Great Depression he got depressed and mostly gave up his music.  He died in 1969.  But his CD is coming out in 2011, which if nothing else proves that it is never too late!