a new "baby" in the house...

She belonged to someone else. And before that, to that owner's mother, a 12th birthday gift ... in 1926. Through a mutual friend, she came to us, the owner not knowing at the time that I tend to breathe through my fingers. 

 That this relationship I have with keys, however imperfect, has been one of the longest-standing in my life thus far. 

 ...Or that these children were born with music-blood pumping in their veins.

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Right now there are two of them, my grandparents' upright I played in their Indiana home growing up. And this newly adopted black beauty. 

Siblings from different mothers sharing a room.

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She'll need some extra love to help her sing on pitch.

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It'll take time - at least three tunings and perhaps some replacing of internal organs.

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But we've waited her arrival eagerly...

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And she will be loved here.  :)

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