MUSIC THAT MOVES

It's all part of the farewell process - farewell to my home of the last 26 years; to all the memories and mementoes scattered around on walls and tables; farewell to the lovely quiet and solitude (whoops!! little typo there - I wrote soliturde - heh heh.  what say you, Herr Freud? Is it all just crap?)

Among all the pictures and objects that tell so many stories, is my beautiful harmonium - the pump organ that i've had for lo, these 40 years or so.  You can't take it with you, right? and i just can't take it at all anymore - too heavy, too big for a smaller space.  But finding a loving home for it was a long journey that happily, I can say is now over.  A good, singing friend who also happens to play the organ fell in love with its fine wood and carvings and rich sound. 
we did it last Sunday (i got it to the door by myself, and then four big guys took over for the transfer to the pick-up truck).  So, really, we, including my singer friend.

some pictures:
Me, giving a goodbye hug;

 me being sad to see it go;

 guido, visiting from holland, giving the move the thumb's up;

it's out of the house; now what do we do?

the proud new owners - wil and jacques

 a creative moment - moi and guido and the great outdoors reflected

 dennis giving instructions

 first hoist

 first turn and onto the planks to the truck

 poosha poosh

 poosh a little bitta more

 that's-a nice now- jacques, frank, zoe, guido

 dennis and zoe

 wil and her new baby

 

 

THE END AND NEW BEGINNING.  TUTTO BENE.