When I was sixteen we had moved from Vancouver out to Langley where dad had fifteen acres. And five cows. I milked three cows before walking a mile and a quarter to the school bus which then drove the five miles to the high school. If dad wasn’t feeling good I milked all five of the cows, and cleaned the barn!
I learned how to play it on my own. Where am I going with this? Oh yes….
Every Saturday night there was a whist drive and dance at Otter, a couple of miles from home. They had an accordionist and a drummer for the dance. The accordionist was moving away, and our neighbour asked me to play! Me and a drummer, and we played two hours, for two dollars each. In those times that was pretty good money!
A few years later I was given another accordion… this time it was a one hundred and twenty base, and it was heavy! Lucky for me that my public performances were over!
Eventually it was just too heavy for my shoulders, so I got an organ… and then when I moved here the organ was too big, so I got a keyboard.
I don’t play as often as I used to, but when I do play I really enjoy myself.