So, My Steinway Story
August 18th, 2009 by Guest Author
Two months after my daughter was born, my husband had a stroke. Before the stroke, he mentioned several times how he thought we should buy a piano. After the stroke, he mentioned it with even more fervor. No doubt because of his existential brush with mortality, life goals like learning to play the piano for and with his daughter were thrust to the fore of his consciousness.
A sale mailer and a beautiful fall Saturday later, I walked through my neighborhood down to Steinway Hall – Dallas with my daughter, determined to make his birthday (just two weeks away) the most memorable birthday yet. Pianos have their own personality; and just like a house speaks to a new owner or the pet in the store ‘chooses’ its new master, the restored 1967 M on the work room floor with its mellow timbre spoke to me. Two weeks later, my husband answered as the movers arrived at our door on cue while I was making him his birthday lunch and birthday cake.
That afternoon, I hammered out “Happy Birthday” on the piano. It *was* his best birthday yet. Our ‘M’ has provided us with countless hours of enjoyment, especially as our daughter grows and is learning to press on the keys herself. In watching her learn to make notes, and one day make music–this is the true gift of the piano.
Thanks again!
Michelle
Steinway & Sons, Model ‘M’, Ebony Satin #398252