One of my grandmas was raised on a ranch in Wyoming. She was taught to work hard and live smart, and she absolutely has. As a child she saved her pennies and bought herself a huge, beautiful piano from a preacher's wife. It's a full sized upright, with magnificent carvings, a beautiful stain, and the richest sound I've heard. This piano traveled the states to rest in my childhood home. I spent many, many hours pouring my heart into the keys as a child and into my twenties. I loved to take the front panels off, and let the vibrations of the strings surround me as I played. It felt like swimming in music. I wrote my first melodies sitting on that little swivel stool. When my beloved and I got married, we moved into a tiny, adorable little house. It was freshly remodeled and sitting behind a white picket fence on a corner lot, and we were very happy! We soon filled the house with a baby and another on the way, and decided to relocate for more room. The piano