Fast Running Mommy

Dad traded the piano for a transmission to a Porsche he was rebuilding. I was so furious that for years I took every opportunity to remind him that he selfishly traded my only inheritance for car parts. Fifteen years later, on East morning, he showed up at 7:00 a.m. having driven all the way from San Diego. I invited him in, but then I saw behind him in the driveway, my piano unloaded from the bed of his truck. I burst into spontaneous tears. He had never done one thing in my life so redeeming as that single act. He was a hard guy to be around sometimes, but he did in fact find my piano and bring it back to me. It is in my living room, and it is the one my children practice and play on today. I hope you get your organ back. If you find it, I suggest we take a road trip to Texas go get it.

The first part of my story got cut off-- it was my Grandma's piano she left to me. She died while I was on my mission so my Dad got rid of it, by trading it for the Porsche's transmission before I was home. My Grandma used to sit at the piano and play show tunes from Oklahoma! and Hello Dolly! I loved that piano and I was so furious that he gave it away, I'd never let him livit it donw. It took 15 years, but as you can see, I did get it back (and had it completely rebuilt).

My Grandma, was also the Organist in her ward in Riverside California for like 20 years.

Ooo. How exciting! I had access to a good organ in my home growing up. It certainly made it easier to practice for church. Hope you get it soon...along with an acoustic piano for good measure ;).

And good job on your run!