Grandma Eva was very artistic. She was also a talented Musician (as was my Grandpa Loui who was a career clarinet player at the white house). My mother, all of her sisters and all of my cousins inherited Grandma's artistic flare.
As for me.... well...
I can't draw. At all. But I've always had an ear for music, and I love to sing. As a child I learned to play music. It's no Suprise that I inherited Grandma's piano. I was 15 when grandma passed away and my grandfather insisted that we take the piano right away. So, the piano was installed in my father's house while I flew away to high school, seminary, and shlichus. Whenever I came on break, I'd gravitate towards the piano and spend time playing. Once I got married the piano remained in my childhood home. My father always asked when I would take it, but my apartments never had enough space. A few years ago, my father sold his house and moved in with us. the piano moved with him at long last taking up residence in my own living room.
Seeing my children sit together and play brings me so much emotion and nachas. They're connecting with the past and bringing Grandma's legacy to life. I have so many memories, yet they don't know her. I hope they'll feel her love as they touch those very same keys, and I hope they'll inherit her gentle calm and poise just as much as her musical nature. I pray that my children remain close to one another and continue to sit together and play for many years to come.
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