Our piano tuner was in the neighbourhood yesterday. Since I had to remove every picture, vase, music book, earbud set, metronome, guitar pick, and stray magazine off of the piano, I figured it was a good time to clean the old thing up and make it shine.
It is now 100 years old. The internal workings are pretty good; it tunes up well and has that big echoing sound that only an old upright can give. The exterior is pretty beat up though. A few decades in a church basement will do that. I'm choosing to call it "character" and think of all the kids who plunked out "Jesus Loves Me" in those chaotic minutes between church and sunday school. Someday I'll tell you all about this piano becoming part of our home.
I love this. If I had my way I'd live in a house full of furniture that looks like it could get up and scurry away on evil looking clawed feet.
The details are so special... I don't think you can find this anymore. New pianos don't look like this, and it'll take another century before they sound like this. I wish you could hear it.