So they left a wealthy home and went to poverty. My grandfather Richard (Poppy as I called him) had come to the US in order to be around just in case something happened...because he knew what Thomas was. They reconnected, married, and was the father every girl, especially my mom, deserved to have.
This piano he bought used after living in Stan Hwyett Hall, run by the Seiberling family who were great patrons of the arts. And it was from this piano that their home was filled with music and joy and singing. When Poppy died in 1960, I was given his piano. My mom had it refinished to match her Italian provincial furniture but I swore when I could afford it, it would go back to being black...which you can see happened.
I still give piano lessons. Currently I have 10 students, 1 being an adult (adult ward members get free lessons if they want them....sadly few have taken me up on that offer...Robert and I actually counted them a few nights ago...I think it was about 5 in all these years. Weird. I snap up all free offers).
So altho I really don't work hard, I do work...around the home which is the best place to work, and beside students at this piano.