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I can remember the one of the men that
brought the piano to the church in ’67. Now I was born in October of
’66.
I have vivid recollection of the man’s fingernails, because they were
really long; so long that they curled.
Something that is funny now, but wasn’t at the time, is that we moved
the piano to the east side of the church, because the door on the west
side of the church would blow open when a strong norther’ would blow in.
The winds would often be followed by rain, and the rain would
consequently blow all over the piano. I remember going up to the church
with Mom on several occasions to dry the piano off.
It took a while, but we finally figured out that the east side was a
better location. It felt like we were really doing something big on the
day we moved it. |