PAM FRAMPTON: A tale of two pianos and revisiting a beloved hobby |
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PAM FRAMPTON: A tale of two pianos and revisiting a beloved hobby
Being gifted a piano twice in a lifetime fills Pam Frampton with love and reignites a passion for music
When I was 10 years old, I wrote an essay for school entitled “The Best Day of My Life.”
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Melodramatic for someone in Grade 5, but I meant it.
That’s because what had been a humdrum school year turned unbelievably magical one day when I walked home at lunchtime to find a piano in our house where no piano had been before — and it was for me.
First, a little backstory: I had started taking lessons a year or so earlier; I had longed to take them — that’s why I never understood storybook characters who hated piano lessons and practicing.
It was a sacrifice for my parents to pay for my lessons, and it must have seemed somewhat pointless in the beginning. We did not have a piano, nor could we have afforded one then.
My teacher, Mrs. Smith — with her lithe hands and perfectly manicured fingernails — was excellent and always encouraging. When I lamented I might never........