Saturday, September 09, 2006
No reason
I remember, when I was very young, like 4 or 5 or 6, that my sister and I had gerbils as pets.And I remember that they would get out of the cage sometimes and hide behind the piano.
And as I look back on those ancient memories, I find myself wondering:
Why?
Why did we have a piano?!
My parents didn't play the piano, at least not that I ever remember.
I remember getting a guitar for a birthday or Christmas present and having a lesson, but I don't remember having more than one.
I know my sister did go on to play flute and saxaphone in high school and a bit after.
But no piano.
We were not rich, my family, when I was growing up, and so, it seems odd that my parents would spend so much money on... a piano.
The piano in the apartment on Spencer Creek Road will forever remain a mystery to me.
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My question would be: "Was it really your family's piano?" Maybe the piano, and perhaps even the gerbils, were being held at your home by someone else... Like a grandparent or an uncle.
Perhaps quantum physics were involved, and it was your oldest nephew who owned this piano, and the time traveling gerbils contained therein.
Please consider this scenario above all others....
In fact, I believe your nephew would like his piano back please.
Perhaps quantum physics were involved, and it was your oldest nephew who owned this piano, and the time traveling gerbils contained therein.
Please consider this scenario above all others....
In fact, I believe your nephew would like his piano back please.
The important question is not why you had a piano but rather, was there really a piano. Once you realize there was no piano the limitations on memory will be lifted and you'll realize that the reasone you had gebils there that day is that Richard Gere (an old family freind at the time) had come to visit.
We had a piano because, as I remember it, Dad was a self-employeed electrician and took the upright piano in for trade for work he performed. He later sold it when we moved to Milwaukie, so I guess he got some value out of it. Also, as a side-note we lived @ "Spencer Creek Road", not "Johnson" - Your "get-the record" Right sister!
What the gerbils did was get behind the piano and hide, and we would not be able to reach them. So we would block the ends with LPs so they couldn't get out and wait for them to get hungry, where we would lure them with gerbil food (tiny little steaks and potatos, though my memory on that is a bit fuzzy).
But I remember one morning after doing the "gerbil seige", getting up to find that they had eaten their way through the cardboard of the LP cover.
Of course, we only discovered that they had slipped the prison we had created for them because of the shrill cry of my sister. Seems she got up and stepped on one, crushing its tiny body.
We found the means of their escape after the fact.
But I remember one morning after doing the "gerbil seige", getting up to find that they had eaten their way through the cardboard of the LP cover.
Of course, we only discovered that they had slipped the prison we had created for them because of the shrill cry of my sister. Seems she got up and stepped on one, crushing its tiny body.
We found the means of their escape after the fact.
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