Some things aren't worth much. But they are priceless. Above is a picture of a beastly-heavy and well-worn piano. We tested the limits of friends and their hernias in the past when moving. It was one of the few things I brought into the marriage that was considered furniture. I found it on a 'For Sale' board at my place of employment. I purchased it for $100 and I couldn't begin to describe what it is really worth to me. As you can see, it is truly distressed with a mismatched piano bench that the seller threw in for free. The latest tuner said it is starting to get a crack on the board. I'm not sure how serious it is because I still love the deep, resonating sound this old upright makes.
I mainly play hymns for my own enjoyment. I love how encouraging the music and the words are while I play along on an ordinary day. To me, a piano is an anchor to the home. It is what I do when I have a moment. Or when I am sad. Or when I'm full of joy.
When the MYP were little tots and they were starting to get all crabby-pants on me, I would sit down and start playing my own version of "She'll be Comin' Round the Mountain". That immediately sent them into a tail-spin of joy and they'd start running around the house. Then I'd stop mid-note and they'd have to 'freeze'. Then I'd start up again and they would take off. It changed the mood in an instant.
And that's how I feel about the jalopy of a piano. Here's a quote I saw lately that I enjoyed:
"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life"