Quite one of my favourites, this would invoke peace. Some of the others caused some melancholy! Not this one.
Wild-haired Kathy Putterill ran a nursery school in her home. Their house was on a long thin plot on two levels. The lower level had Shetland ponies on it. And I think she had dogs. I seem to remember small dogs. That’s about all I remember. They had a funny car. Right? Kathy enjoyed aContinue reading “Kathy Putterill’s School”
More Chopin I grew up listening to. Beautiful music ingrained in my brain. These tunes brings back sweet memories. ~~~oo0oo~~~
No.6 of Mom’s Chopin repetoire – played at night on the Bentley upright while we lay in bed listening down the other end of the long passage. Sometimes she would practice her hymns for Sundays – she played the organ at the Harrismith Methodist church for a hundred-odd years – sister Sheila christened her ‘MaryContinue reading “Chopin Mom Used to Play – Nocturne E Flat Major Op.9 No.2”