Some say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. And, of course, the common belief is diamonds are a girl's best friend. But here's the key(s) to my heart. I'll give you some clues--it's very large, crafted of wood, and it has eighty-eight black-and-white keys. Yep. On Wednesday, after MANY YEARS of craving a piano, we bought one! I am so excited and exultant about it that I am even posting my first ever PICTURE into a blogpost! Here it is--a real beauty, one of a kind.
It's nearly a hundred years old (doesn't look a day over ninety, right?!) but it's been totally refurbished on the outside with some inside work done too. It has a sweet, rich sound and the keys are free and not heavy. It is PERFECT! I am whole again.
Cute title, huh? To set the stage, let me go back in time for a moment. When I was a kid growing up (I'm not THAT old!) twenty years ago (Okay, maybe I am old!), the bulk of Jewish literature was comprised of one of two fundamental themes, by which I mean, of course, Holocaust and ba'alei teshuvah (returnees to Orthodox Judaism). This is probably one of the core reasons I found my way to Steinbeck and Hesse. But I digress....
We had wonderful friends over for Shabbos and, as is our wont, we mother fell into the sacred ritual of bemoaning our parenting foibles.
About Riva Pomerantz
I'm a freelance writer, widely published in several magazines including the internationally-distributed Ami Magazine and Mishpacha Jewish Family Weekly. Riva's work also appears on the award-winning website www.aish.com, amongst others. You can buy my books here.