In 1960 my parents moved my 6 siblings and me from Pittsburgh to NW Ohio. It was a small rental house. I was 3 years old and I remember a man coming to work on my mother’s childhood piano. He tore it down in the living room and carted off the keys and other parts. It was torn down all summer. During that time I remember helping my mother strip off the old finish and put a new finish. Meanwhile I kept asking when the man was coming back to put the piano together. Finally he came and the piano was complete!
It struck me recently that one of my earliest childhood memories at age 3 involved working on pianos. It’s almost like I have been ordained from the beginning to do this thing I love. I have been doing it for 40 years now, bringing harmony to the world one piano at a time!
-Dean
I remember the same guy coming to our home also to tune our piano. He would always play the piano like you do when finished. I think his last name was Becker ?
That’s interesting. I don’t really remember anything about the technician, only that he came to take it apart and then finally to put it back together. Seems like it took an eternity