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kyburgRemember that piano I had in the garage? The one covered with 70's vintage avocado green paint, antiqued?
I took it to the refinisher with the dresser and highboy. Actually, Jim arranged for it to be moved over there -
The dresser and highboy came with us to the new house - the piano was put to the back burner. It's a huge piece, and was going to take some work to restore. Since we did not even know where we were going, leaving it with the refinisher was a good choice while we closed escrow and moved into the new house.
They began stripping it today. She called me from the refinisher and warned me that she might need us this weekend to come see it - that was Tuesday, I think.
She called me again today, all aglee - they had finished stripping the reader board - the first piece.
The piano is solid, quarter-sawn oak. Priceless. You can't buy one anymore, they don't make them. Quarter-sawn oak is exorbitantly wasteful, albeit gorgeous. You just can't get the wood anymore - it's too scarce.
She says it looks just like a tiger. Hence, the name tiger-stripe oak. I was told it was mahogany - this is okay. I like oak better.
Dad left it out in the rain.
Mom wanted me to drag it out to the dump.
Sis said I was wasting my money restoring it; by the time I finished, I could have just bought a new one.
Once the insides are restored, it will be playable.
I just wish I knew more of its history - I know it spent time in a honky-tonk bar - but it's nearly or just over 100 years old and was built in New York. Where it has been and the music that could have been played on it. Boggles the mind.
Soon, it will be home. And I'll be able to start playing again.
I took it to the refinisher with the dresser and highboy. Actually, Jim arranged for it to be moved over there -
The dresser and highboy came with us to the new house - the piano was put to the back burner. It's a huge piece, and was going to take some work to restore. Since we did not even know where we were going, leaving it with the refinisher was a good choice while we closed escrow and moved into the new house.
They began stripping it today. She called me from the refinisher and warned me that she might need us this weekend to come see it - that was Tuesday, I think.
She called me again today, all aglee - they had finished stripping the reader board - the first piece.
The piano is solid, quarter-sawn oak. Priceless. You can't buy one anymore, they don't make them. Quarter-sawn oak is exorbitantly wasteful, albeit gorgeous. You just can't get the wood anymore - it's too scarce.
She says it looks just like a tiger. Hence, the name tiger-stripe oak. I was told it was mahogany - this is okay. I like oak better.
Dad left it out in the rain.
Mom wanted me to drag it out to the dump.
Sis said I was wasting my money restoring it; by the time I finished, I could have just bought a new one.
Once the insides are restored, it will be playable.
I just wish I knew more of its history - I know it spent time in a honky-tonk bar - but it's nearly or just over 100 years old and was built in New York. Where it has been and the music that could have been played on it. Boggles the mind.
Soon, it will be home. And I'll be able to start playing again.
