My First Audience (Memoir)

On Sunday afternoons, Great Aunt Martha’s  little black Studebaker would pull into our driveway and Aunt Martha and Grandma would emerge for “the visit”.   They would often bring fresh flowers from their gardens, wrapped in tissue paper with a damp rag surrounding the bottom of the stems.

As soon as the flowers were placed in an appropriate vase, I was summoned to the piano.  I would play several tunes, usually my current lesson pieces from the week.  They would clap their hands and exclaim what a wonderful pianist I was.   Hugs were exchanged and the smell of lemon and lavender followed them out the door.

studebaker

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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26 Responses to My First Audience (Memoir)

  1. atrm61 says:

    This was so sweet-like a snippet from a period piece:-)

  2. What a really “nice” story and I don’t mean that in a bad way! Brought to mind piano recitals, which I have to say made me excessively nervous. 🙂 This story was a little slice of nostalgic life.

    janet

  3. Sun says:

    a wonderful scene, Ruth, and i can hear the piano pieces being played, the happy words from the family – sweet memories to cherish. nice.

  4. Dear Life,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. This piece brought back a few memories for me. Nicely done. My parents’ first car was a brown, 1953 Chevrolet. They had that car for the first 8 years of my life. 😉 Again. Welcome.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  5. LB says:

    Warm with memories …

  6. I love when smells and colors blend into writing… really a very nice walk down the memory lane.

  7. rgayer55 says:

    My aunt and uncle had an old blue 1950 Ford. I remember going to their house and the wonderful smells that were so different from home.

  8. Mustang.Koji says:

    What I wouldn’t give for that Studie today… with memories.

  9. Ruth says:

    Yes, the scents. Very cool. And the car pic jogs some memories. Thanks for your always leaving a nice comment on my blog and/or clicking the like button. We do have so much in common!

  10. nice memory!…including smells…YES…that is sweet!

  11. That car is so cool–you are lucky to have two ladies who loved you as your first audienwe used to use wet paper towels wrapped in saran wrap for flowers from our garden

  12. Karen says:

    Hmmm. This would be fun to see what everyone did for their first audience and who that audience was. I think my first one was when we’d go to Grandma’s house my older sister would devise a plan to have herself and her two siblings (my younger sister and I) to entertain. It gave us something to do while the adults chatted over coffee and pie. I remember singing “Home On The Range” (complete with a fake campfire we’d made) and “Daisy.” There we’d be, Lisa, the cute and charming little one, I, the gangly ornery one, and Becky the responsible, dependable and reliable one. What a crew we were but they clapped heartily and smiled a lot. I don’t know how but we learned to harmonize (??). Thanks for helping me dig out that memory.

  13. Luanne says:

    I love that they brought flowers with them, and that you remember how the ladies smelled.

  14. Fresh flowers from the hills. How lovely!

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