Remember my dad’s advice to me for my 21st year of life?
“Make music everyday,” is what he wrote in my birthday card. And, this has been something I’ve taken to heart.
Upon coming to Alaska, I dragged along three harmonicas, a nose flute, and a bari-uke - but, not brought were a cello nor a piano. bother were too bulk to pack in a trunk.
I now have a pretty good collection of pianos I can play built up.
The first piano I encountered was at the Haines Senior Center. After Koffee Klatch (a lovely afternoon of tea and cookies with many aged 70-80 on Wednesdays), I asked if I could stay and play. I was welcome to do so and was told that they would love it if I came to play other times as well such as during the sewing club (the Ripinski Rippers) or while the seniors eat lunch.
Another piano is at the Salvation Army Church. I’m welcome to play any time the thrift store they run is open. The pastor even told me to help myself to the music books in the thrift store to practice with.
Yet another piano is at Haines Assisted Living. I’ve been welcome to play over there whenever in addition to joining in Monday and Friday jams, which sound like fun.
And that’s my piano situation.