This was started by my friend and neighbor - this is the first edition of:
I have an organ in my dining room. It is currently used as a dust collector and a plant holder (that will be next week). Whenever someone new comes over, the first question is "do you play?" Then comes the explanation.
The organ was my Aunt Helen's. She was the organist at our church forever. She had a piano and the story goes that I talked her into getting this organ. This is also the organ I learned how to play piano on - I know totally backwards.
I don't remember how old I was when Aunt Helen go the organ, but I do know that I was in 4th grade when I took piano lessons. The reason I took piano lessons - I didn't make it into (school) band. I did make it into band when I was in 5th grade and played clarinet (my second choice) until I graduated from high school.
I did take piano lessons again in about 9th grade and once again practiced on this organ.
So, this organ has a lot of history. It still plays well, but the pedals don't work well and now have dog teeth marks on them. It does get used when my SIL comes to visit because she is currently taking piano lessons.
Every once in awhile I think about getting rid of it. There are so many memories that when I do get rid of it, it will be hard.
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