According to a calendar, today my grandmother should be celebrating her 111th birthday, such a symmetrical (and big) number. I will do it for her.
One of my favorite stories she told was of not having a birth certificate, but as an adult, she was able to get one from census records that provided enough evidence that she was a certain age living at a certain house in Newark New Jersey. The date of birth was not recorded, so she just picked October 15.
Those stories are why I liked to tease her that she as “spunky”
I have some of her stories digitized from a micro-cassette tape made during a family visit in 1994. Over the last few months, I have been posting segments to TapeWrite where I can augment the audio with photos, quotes, and text “cards”.
So today was a good day to post the one where she talks about how she learned to play piano as a kid, and how her parents figured out a way to get her a piano. I try to put in perspective of a 1915 immigrant couple with 6 kids in Newark New Jersey committing to a piano purchase.
Happy 111, Granny!
The post "Maybe 100 Years Ago My Grandmother Learned to Play Piano" was originally pulled from under moldy cheese at the back of the fridge at CogDogBlog (https://cogdogblog.com/2016/10/grandma-piano/) on October 15, 2016.