![]() ![]() And what piece was my sister learning to play? Yes. But it was almost like a hurricane, ripping a big branch off the Chinese elm tree in the back yard. It was quite unexpected, because Grandpa always swore that it never rained on Thursday afternoon between one and four o'clock, when his friends, the Henwoods, went shopping. A few minutes later, a very severe thunderstorm hit. To touch him was to feel him trembling so fast it was like a vibration. But what attracted our attention that day instead was that Paddy, our cocker spaniel, was terribly nervous. Usually, to the extent that our attention wasn't focused on the music, it was on the latest conflict that the teacher, Mrs. ![]() ![]() It was on an overcast, drizzly afternoon on Thursday, July 14, 1960, and my sister was having her piano lesson. Andhow, I have to share with you a story about this beloved, magical prelude. ![]()
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