SoCS — Organ

Wee me, sat at the organ, likely trying to please my grandfather. He was musical. He played the organ and the trumpet and heaven knows what else. His mother was an opera singer. He listened to opera and big band music almost exclusively. I’d tell you that might be why I love big band music, but I pretty much hate opera, even THE opera, which is a dereliction in duty to my heritage and my overall appreciation of the arts, but nonetheless, it’s true.

It was easy to please my grandfather, because he only had three granddaughters in a slew of grandsons and while we all know no one favors specific children, he did call me Little One.
I learned to poorly play many songs on the piano, but my memory of the organ is with Grandpa and Silent Night. G-A-G-E, G-A-G-EEE…

I could tell you a lot of stories about my grandfather, and might some day. They don’t make men like that anymore.

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Yes, I was a punkin, thank you for noticin.

Please note I was wearin pajamas and a coat, but no socks. I assume my father dressed me on that day. I’ve been told my mother too often dressed me warmly, and my father would come home and find me fussy and sweaty and after he’d stripped me down I’d be a much happier baby. He told me this after I had my first baby. “Don’t let your mother dress her. Unless you’re going to Siberia.”
My father was not a reliable narrator when it came to my mother, but I believe him about this bit, because my mother is Southern by birth, and is one of those people who tans in the shade and is always cold when it’s warm, and clearly she’s an alien to me in these ways.
While mothers are required to fold a blanket at the end of your bed or tell you to take a sweater, my mother believed I would catch my death if I caught a chill.
Perhaps we left for Grandma’s house early in the morning and they didn’t want to fuss with me too much so I would fall back to sleep in the car and not drive them crazy.
Anyway, I could, if I rummaged around, find you a photo of me twenty-some years later, wearing blue velvet pajamas to my aunt’s house on Christmas night. I think I wore actual shoes, maybe clogs, maybe even socks, but I know without doubt I totally wore pajamas and a coat to her house that night. Where I played poker, not the organ. And I ain’t any better at cards.

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58 Responses to SoCS — Organ

  1. J-Dub says:

    Awwww punkin. Sweet and sentimental. ❀ for all the great grandpas out there!

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  2. Benson says:

    Beautiful story. Great tribute for grandpas from their punkins.

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  3. I miss my grandfathers, my Hungarian-American grandpa Alex Butcher who played Hungarian czardas on the violin (not well – he never could afford lessons, and he bought his fiddle at a garage sale), and my Mexican Papa Memo, who played the piano beautifully by ear – and was probably very disappointed in my playing. And now I remember going to see Man of La Mancha, in Spanish, with Grandpa Alex, in Mexico, when he came down after Grandma Ethel died and Papa Memo died. And someone stole his wallet.

    We have an interesting family, my four sisters and I: Alex married my Mamina after they were both widowed a number of years (she was Josephine, originally from Illinois), and my father and mother were half-siblings from that day on, and I was the first grandchild, and the oldest grandchild of 42 on both sides of the family. They spent half the year in Michigan, and half in Mexico, driving back and forth, and had ten years of being married before Alex died.

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  4. Laura says:

    Well, I love the outfit! And I totally hear you about the mama dress code thing. I find myself telling the kids to pack a sweatshirt regardless of the destination because when ISN’T there a time when you need a sweatshirt, right? It’s come back to bite me, though, because the girl wears jeans or long sleeved shirts in the North Carolina summertime and I think she’s an alien. I’m melting in a tank top and there she is, sauntering around in shorts and a long sleeved top. Don’t get it, can’t get it, but I’m letting it go.
    And there’s my most SoC comment of the day…

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  5. eschudel says:

    My dream is to stay in my PJs for one whole day…hopefully when I can still enjoy it!

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    • joey says:

      I have lots of ‘almost’ days like that. I have to work really, really hard and sometimes, be a bit of a selfish parent to get one whole day in jammies. Unless I’m sick. That doesn’t count. No one enjoys that.

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  6. JT Twissel says:

    I miss my grandfather as well. He always smelt of Old Spice. Men don’t smell nice anymore!

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  7. Thanks for sharing this. It brought back good memories of my own grandparents. That photo of you is fantastic.

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  8. You must have smiled the entire time you were writing this – great memories. πŸ™‚

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  9. loisajay says:

    I love this post, Little One. I have not a musical bone in my body. Sad but true. My entire family is non-musical. Nary a note do we carry….

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    • joey says:

      Sometimes it’s like that. I am surrounded by musical people, and I love music, but I am acutely aware I’m not like them. I can sing, I can play a few things on a few things, but NO ONE would call it talent! πŸ˜›

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  10. Dan Antion says:

    I’m so impressed that you have a real organ story! Maddie and I were walking yesterday at 6:30 am. We walked up behind a woman pushing a baby stroller. She was wearing PJs, a jacket and flip flops. Maybe we have a Joey πŸ™‚

    I’m guessing you were a sweet little punkin.

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  11. ghostmmnc says:

    So cute, and such a lovely warm memory. πŸ™‚

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  12. orbthefirst says:

    My grandfather was a stubborn old goat, and Imma grow up & be just like him πŸ˜›
    Yours sounds like a nice man. Im glad you have so many fond memories of him, thats pretty great. I have of mine too, but its different with boys lol.
    Love the pic, btw, I guess you always were adorable. πŸ™‚
    Enjoy your weekend, girly.

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  13. I only got to know one of mine. He was the greatest man I ever met. Glad you have fond memories of yours.

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  14. People do tend to overdress babies, that’s for sure. I took piano lessons for many years and when in college, the next step would have been learning to play the organ, but I knew if I did, any church attended would probably want me to play for church. So I just didn’t learn. πŸ™‚

    My maternal grandfather played the organ very, very well (for church, too) and only liked classical music. We were astonished when he liked “The Sound of Music.” πŸ™‚

    janet

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  15. Joanne Sisco says:

    I never knew my grandfathers. Colour me jealous πŸ™‚

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  16. JoAnna says:

    You are adorable! As an older child, I’d “play” the pianos or organs of friends and relatives every chance I got – making up melodies as I went. I thought they sounded pretty good.

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  17. Bill says:

    I never met any of my biological grandparents. It took me a while to figure this out, but I was the first person in my family to be raised by both biological parents. My only musical ability is listening. I tried singing that Sinatra song the other day. Bad idea! Cool story.

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    • joey says:

      Thanks πŸ™‚
      I knew (remember) three of my grandparents and they were a great gift in my life.
      I have always envied people who were raised in ‘intact’ homes, always assumed that grass was greener. Less envy as life goes on.

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  18. markbialczak says:

    I wore adult-sized feetsie pajamas matching my date to a Halloween party when I was 40? and drank pretty good that night, Joey. I wished I could have crawled under a punkin.

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  19. Ally Bean says:

    Happy grandfather memories! Didn’t expect to find that topic here today. I adore the photo of you as a little one. I cannot stand opera, but like big band. I’m with you there on that point. Never tried to learn organ/piano, but had there been one around me when I was young no doubt I’d have given it a go.

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  20. marianallen says:

    I only knew my mother’s father, but he made up for it. I believe his last words were probably “Thank you.” Sweet and funny. And he loved opera! And Patsy Cline and Eddy Arnold. Lovely post. ❀

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  21. Even your childhood reminiscing is funny! Love the way you blog about how you remember your family growing up. And that cute face in that picture certainly displays a poker face so I’m not playing poker with you!

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  22. Anxious Mom says:

    I love stories like this. I have one memory of my grandfather — giving me blue footed Superman pajamas one Christmas morning. I was 3 or 4. I somehow knew they weren’t supposed to be for girls, so I was extra thrilled. He died of cancer a few months later. Didn’t know the other set.

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  23. You look adorable. Love the blue soft coat with blue jammies, and pink shoes! Fashionista!

    I never knew my Grandparents on either side; they died before I was born, or in my maternal Grandmother’s case when I was just 13 weeks old. I know I missed something pretty great.

    I love Big Band music, and some opera, but I love musicals more. I’ve sung since I could, and played guitar when I was teenager, and always wanted to play piano, but we didn’t have the money for lessons. I gave myself 13 yrs of lessons as an adult. I’m only mediocre. I never see the music patterns, and counting…gah it’s tricky!

    Silent Night is one of my favorites. I still play play that one during the holidays. Not well, but it’s just for me so who cares. 😊
    My Mother, and Baby Girl can play, but neither does. Figure-toi!

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    • joey says:

      Of course! People with musical abilities so often squander it πŸ˜› I love that you had lessons as an adult.
      I knew three of my grandparents into my 20s. I was blessed.

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  24. Isn’t it wonderful to go down memory lane now and again? That picture of you is just too adorable, Joey. Cute as buttons! I’m happy for YOU that you do have these happy memories. Rock on, minus the opera. 😘

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  25. Amy says:

    My great-grandparents had an organ. I remember trying to play it sometimes…they must have had the patience of saints (given that they had 10 children, that was probably the case). Lovely memories! πŸ™‚

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