Nana’s Player Piano

Let’s go to Nana’s and play her piano
I said to my two year old sister
in diapers and baby fat.

Down the hill to Main Street in
Monson where the hitching posts
from a bygone era stood at attention.

A Civil War-era cannon stood
guard at the Monson Town Hall.
Looking both ways at intersections,

I picked up my sister and carried
her across streets. Heavy she was
for my four year old arms.

We made the two mile walk
and arrived at Nana’s. She
was surprised to see us

and looked around for our mother
who was still at home up the hill.
We set Nana’s player piano in motion.

And sang tunes we made up.
Had a great time too until our
mother showed up at Nana’s to fetch us.

Much later I was told how I reassured
my mother that I had looked left and
right before carrying my sister across streets.

When I was older, I learned a big word:
precocious. We walked the two miles
back up the hill. Unscathed by the adventure.

When I close my eyes today, I can see
our house on the hill and Monson and where
Nana lived. Those were the good old days!

 

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19 Responses to Nana’s Player Piano

  1. Yes, good old days! Fun to read about!

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    • Nostalgia! Thanks for your comment. Even though a car came later after we moved to Sturbridge, we walked everywhere and didn’t give it a second thought. Just imagine my mother who thought we were “playing in the neighborhood” instead of going on a long walk with my younger sister. Guardian angels were watching over us as we crossed streets! Enjoy the weekend. ox

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  2. Precious photos and memories from “The Good Old Days.” A lovely share, Mary Ann–have a wonderful weekend, my friend. ❤ xo

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  3. Peter Klopp says:

    You told a wonderful story of your early childhood, Mary Ann. I liked the way you wrote it in verse. Die alten Bilder waren das Tüpfelchen auf dem i. What a treasury of old photos you used to illustrate the story!

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    • Peter, I am humbled by your kind comment. In retrospect it seems wonderful; however, I wonder what our mother thought when she had to walk the two miles to get us as we played and sang at the top of our lungs! Today I believe black and white photos are coming back in style. So glad you found pleasure in my account of a walk to our Nana Mooney in Monson. Enjoy the weekend. “”__””

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  4. Arno Bode,Cologne,Germany says:

    Guten Morgen liebe Mary Ann,
    eine süße Geschichte ganz liebbevoll erzählt. Mit Deinen Geschichten schaffst Du es immer wieder ein Lächeln in das Herz Deiner Leser zu zaubern.
    Dir liebe Mary Ann, Russell und Deiner Familie alles Liebe und Gute wünscht
    Dir Dein Arno

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    • Morgen, lieber Arno,
      ich danke Dir recht herzlich. Anderen ein Lächeln zu bringen macht große Freude. Erholsames Wochenende wünsche ich Dir und Deiner Lilly. Deine Mary Ann “”__””

      I thank you very much. Bringing a smile to others is a great pleasure. I wish you and your Lilly a relaxing weekend

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  5. Sally says:

    Such a great story! You and your younger sister are so cute!

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    • Sally, honored that you commented on this post. It is family after all. My younger sister is none other than your mother. I have memories of picking her up to cross streets after looking both ways. Good that there was not much traffic then either. Nana’s house is still there in Monson. Maybe some visit you could take in the Sturbridge Village and visit Monson to see the Flynt Ave. house as well. Meanwhile, I enjoy your blog from Costa Rica. Enjoy the weekend! oxox

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  6. Annika Perry says:

    Mary Ann, the mother in me from today is shouting out, yikes! Two miles on your own at only four! Crossing the road by yourselves! Then the other part of me is applauding your young adventurous spirit who, to your desire to play the piano, was to take the obvious route to walk there!

    Such wonderful fun memories that line your heart with warmth and love! I love your photos of you and your sister, just beautiful!

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    • Annika, the mother in me is astounded I did that as well. Yikes. Precocious at such a young age. Recall that in those times, many families did not own cars but simply walked everywhere. I recall long walks for Doctor visits. It was “normal” as I attempt to rationalize my deed at four years. You pegged it correctly about my adventurous spirit which still exists today. Thank you for such an insightful comment. My heart bursts with memories of loving family and friends. It was a quiet, gentler time to be a young person who spent many hours outdoors exploring nature and playing. We used our imaginations then too and had no cell phones or computers for distraction. We read real books and wrote cursive notes and letters to one another. In my spirit, I try to keep these things I value alive and thriving. Enjoy the rest of your week.

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  7. Clare Pooley says:

    My goodness! Your mother must have been quite shocked when she realised you had gone off on your own! What a sensible and careful older sister you were, though! It is wonderful that you don’t recall anyone getting cross or worried (even thought they might have been a little worried!). Times were very different then, when we were young!

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    • Clare, I suppose I was a tad precocious back then. I can imagine what my mother thought when her mother phoned and asked her if she knew where her girls were. My mother said that we were outside playing in the neighborhood.. Then our Nana said to just listen to the piano and the girls singing in her house.. I only recall being happy to be able to play the player piano and sing. Our guardian angels were watching over us. Very different times and small town too. Not much traffic in those days either. I thought you might be shocked at this adventure. We are unscathed. Enjoy the rest of your week. ox

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      • Clare Pooley says:

        I think most young parents these days would be shocked but I remember having to walk to and from school on my own at the age of five. It was quite normal for parents to expect their children to go places on their own, but we usually asked permission first! 😀

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      • Clare, we now know that children have to be older, say 8 or 9, before they actually realize traffic comes from both sides of the road. Monson was a small town and kids played outdoors all the time and went from house to house in the neighborhood without running inside to ask permission. That having been said, I “assumed” quite a bit for having walked that distance with my younger sister in another part of the town quite a distance. My mother is no longer alive to ask her, but I can only imagine I was told in no uncertain terms to never do such a long journey “alone.” Sigh. The joys of parenthood. 🙂

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      • Clare Pooley says:

        I love this reply, Mary Ann and had a sigh and a giggle too 😀

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      • Your reaction was similar to the one I had in Germany when our then 3 yr. old came home from Kindergarten and uttered a German word as she walked into our apartment. Four letters beginning with S and ending in T in English but the German equivalent. I turned my back, smiled and stifled a laugh. While it was a naughty word, she was finally into the German language. Actually those words are usually the first ones learned in another language. Giggle away, Clare. I imagine my mother was annoyed, relieved and laughing on the inside to our adventure. She had a story to tell our father when he came home from work that day! oxox

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