I learnt to play on such a piano. My mother bought it cheaply and had it
tuned. Wasn't perfect but then I don't have the best ear anyway. Still
can
play a load of Xmas songs I learnt then.

Reminds me of the music teacher that came to the house. She was a real
old
biddy, tweed skirt etc. She had quite a beard. She also had buck teeth
and
used to make hissy sounds when she spoke. This affliction led to small
bits
of spit flying from her mouth. When you are 7, such things were hard to
deal with. She would give an instruction and a bit of spit would land on
a
key, and I would be totally grossed out as kids would say now. I'd avoid
that key like the plague and play wrong notes rather than touch the
lurgied
key- getting my knuckles rapped with a ruler for my efforts.

Ah happy days. So sell it and let some kids enjoy similiar happy
memories.

Suzanne

And with modern DNA extraction methods and cloning, you never know,
they might even be able to recreate the old biddy! Imagine a
spittle-flecked wizened chin appearing like eddies of smoke from the
gaps between the keys, to rise up, coalesce and form the indomitable
Miss Tweedy, stroking her beard and picking her teeth. It's enough to
put off any seven-year-old going near a piano!

On the other hand, my teacher was a female German music student from
the Musikhochschule in Cologne, was about 22, had amazing threepenny
bits and a figure to die for. I practised avidly. I think I was about
32 at the time.

MM

What a thought! One of the best arguments against cloning I've heard yet!
lol
Suzanne