I love old stuff, well most old stuff. Looking at the design and structure of the piano, you can reach back and see history (I know I sound like a broken record when I talk about old things). And honestly, someone probably put a lot of positive energy into that piano when they crafted it (I can't see someone angrily carving piano legs, but I could be wrong). But in a moment of indecision, I hesitated and decided not to try to push that heavy piano back to my place to save it from the rain, the roaches and the dumpster crew.
I guess I thought I had more time, or at least I assumed I wouldn't worry about the poor piano. I know that the trash removal people do not take large objects next to the trash, so I figured I'd have enough time, as long as it didn't rain, to think about it and maybe save it after my sister got back into town (two people are better than one if you're trying to move large objects).
It's been three days without rain, but the piano didn't last 24 hours at the dumpster. The next morning I awoke to a banging noise. When I finally got outside to do my errands, I saw that there were three people at the dumpster smashing the piano to bits with a large hammer. I know it sounds dramatic, but this scene made me sick. Not only am I a staunch preservationist but I also think that musical instruments should be revered, not destroyed. I can't say if this is up there with how I feel about burning books, but it's probably pretty damn close.
So my emotional response to the destruction of the antique piano doesn't stop with this written rant. I've also taken pictures of the remains:
So instead of next to the dumpster it is now behind the dumpster in ruins. What a beautiful structure now destroyed. May it rest in peace.
3 comments:
That's so sad! Were they destroying the piano just for fun? Or were they just trying to make it easier for the trash crew to pick up? Either way, that's dreadful :(.
I think it was destroyed for the trash crew to be able to pick up but until all of the parts are put in the actual dumpster they won't pick it up and take it away.
OMGoodness! That is so sad indeed. What a terrible thing to happen to such a beautiful instrument. :(
Both of my Grandmas had a piano. Just plan, nothing fancy about them that I recall, but I still thought they were beautiful. We'd gather round Grams at Christmas. My older brother would play while we sang. He taught me a few songs, although I'm not sure I could even play them now, it's been so long since I've played. My Grandma on my Dad's side couldn't read a lick of sheet music (nor can I) so she played by ear (as do I). She was our church pianist. I have some wonderful memories of my childhood piano days. :)
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