Uncle Jonny showed me music is more than just a melody. Music is the way some one feels and the way someone can live even if they’re sick. I remember going to Ann Arbor when I was very young and sitting with Uncle Jonny as he played the piano. I remember sitting on the piano bench next to him watching his fingers fly across the keyboard. He would never play with sheet music, just the music inside of him flying out of his fingertips. I remember staring at his hands and when he stopped he would always say, “only the white keys, those are the beautiful ones.” He then told me to play and when I didn’t want to because I was shy and didn’t play the piano well he said, “you can never play a wrong note on this piano.” As the years went on and I got older and older I would watch him play and every time I’d try to see if he played a black key and he didn’t, and of course he never played a wrong note.
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Sammi this is a wonderful project. For those of us who don't know your Uncle could you please tell us some more about him before the Alzheimers.
ReplyDeleteLaura Popper