When you entered from the front door, you stepped into a very large entry hall. White walls and white painted woodwork, except for the doors. The entry was about eight feet wide, with hardwood floors which were either chestnut or oak stained chestnut color.
To your left, the solid wood pocket doors opened into a very large parlor. The first thing you saw was a black concert grand piano a few feet away from the floor-to-ceiling window. The only other furnishings were a few chairs in a semi-circle near the piano. It was stunning, even to a little girl.
Do any of you have pianos? The photo above is NOT the parlor, but reminded me of it. This is a photo of a music school in the UK.
15 comments:
Janean,
It must have been breathtaking. I have an antique player piano (yes it works) with approximately 250 rolls of songs! We have a concert pianist residing with us - at least she considers herself one - a blue point siamese cat.
I enjoy reading your posts each day.
Deborah
Your postings of the old rectory remind me of a woman who owns the first rectory used my the priest in the Mitford book series by Jan Karon. You might enjoy reading these books if you never have. Also, there is a book series called "Lumby Lines" about a couple who turn a partially destroyed (fire) monastery into a B&B.
Love your blog! Have a wonderful day.
Karen
Ladybug Creek
I had a baby grand growing up on which I learned to play - I still miss it though I get to visit it at my old house. And you can give us and Old Rectory post anytime - I really enjoyed them!
I really enjoyed your post on the old rectory. That photo is stunning.
Have a warm day and thanks for stopping by and leaving a nice comment. I enjoy getting them.
Hugs
It's interesting to think about how our early surroundings mold our taste and preferences later in life. The Old Rectory has had a lasting influence, hasn't it?
Very pretty old Rectory!..Christine
I know I would have loved the old rectory! Don't you just wish those walls could have talked! I love your choice of "stunning" to describe it!
From your description I can just see that old rectory in my mind. It must have been such a lovely place to live.
I had a baby grand I purchased from a church. When I downsized a decade ago, I gave it to my daughter. She almost sold it once, but then the memories came flooding back. She didn't realize how much it meant to her. She used to skip around it while I played. It was a huge part of our Christmas season!
Pianos, Ahhhh. So beautiful to look at and listen to when played by a gifted one. I once had a beautiful black piano, as black as the grand above. It belonged to my dear Aunt Mary and was gifted to me. The piano was born the same year that I was. I always thought this was kismit. No, we are not going there. I miss it.
You paint a lovely mind picture...
A grand piano is breathtaking! We have friends who have one and both play it every day! So cultured! I try to stand beside them at parties...
What a lovely blog you have, I enjoyed browsing through.
Thanks for your visit, please come again!
Katherine
We had a piano when our kids were young. I even took lessons with my son, but gave up on that. I sing better than I play! Ha! How about you? Do you play?
We have a piano that my parents bought used in the early 1950's. It is an ugly thing covered in some weird formica type material but oh, how I love that ugly duckling. It holds my memories dear.
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