This Old Trunk
Don’t be fooled by this old trunk, I’m sure you could not guess,
It lived a very different life quite some time ago and yet....
It used to be a big brown piano, many years ago,
Played by a beautiful mother who loved her children so.
As fate would have it, her parting came all too soon,
Giving up a mother’s dream, …never to play another tune.
She didn’t want to leave that day, but a special call came,
Leaving behind her children, things would never be the same.
Over the years the memory of her music would ring through and through,
In the home of her second daughter whose talents matched her mother’s too.
As three generations ran their fingers over the black and white keys,
Playing the simple songs,....she surely would have been pleased.
Fate took its toll on the old brown piano, no more could it sing,
No more could it play the music that was fit for a king.
What could you do with an old piano whose life had come to an end?
The heart of this old piano would soon be on the mend.
Given to your youngest daughter to fix and appreciate it’s worth,
A grand-daughter who knew Grandma, before she came to earth.
A gentleman with many talents and skills would help renew,
And now it is a memory box filled with none too few,.....
The photographs of loved ones and mementos placed inside,
To remind us of “Her” music that fate could not and would not hide.
The talents of this special Angel, the one you called Mother,
Will always and forever be in the hearts of all those who knew her.
Written for Mom, Nadine on - Mother’s Day 5/2004
My Grandmother was Hattie Ina Heiner Fry, she died at the early age leaving behind three sons and three daughters the youngest being two years of age. She had many talents singing, sewing and playing the piano was just a few. I was born several years after her death, I really missed out on getting to know an amazing woman. This is the story of her piano.
This piano had been left to my Aunt DiAnne , she is my Mom's sister. Not only did DiAnne play , her children and grandchildren have played upon this old piano. Then as fate would have it, while on vacation my Aunts house sprung a leak of the worst kind doing much damage to her home and possessions . She was broken hearted to see what had happened especially to her Mother's piano. It was beyond repair when she told me the story I told her maybe she could recycle it??Well the next thing I new she had professional piano movers delivering to my house to my garage. She said it was mine to do what ever I wanted to do with it ,,,, what have I gotten my self into I thought. Then one day Dennis and I started to tear it apart, it moaned and groaned in the worst way almost crying out in pain ( that sounds a little dramatic?) did we really think we could make something of it. Dennis is a carpenter by trade with his skill we worked hard and turned it into a trunk and two lamps and we still have parts left over for future who knows what. I gave the trunk to my Mom so she could put all her photos in it, she also got one of the lamps the other I gave to my Aunt DiAnne. In side the lid of the trunk I placed my Grandmother's picture along with the poem that I and others helped with. I still remember the emotion and spirit that was in the room the day that we presented it to my Mom it was truly the best Mother's Day in my life.