Per Linda: This post is part of Just Jot it January, and the prompt word, “organ,” is brought to us by Kaye. Check out her blog here!

Most of my life, at least since I was 5, I’ve played piano.  I must admit to a love/hate relationship with that instrument.

Mrs. Skinner made piano not only tolerable, but actually fun. She used everything in her power to bring joy to my musical soul. She introduced me to accordion, ukulele, and vocal fun.

Being adventurous I would seek out any keyboard,or music maker. I still feel her love when I play.

So when my family decided to take the hour drive to visit my aunt and uncle, I sought out my cousin’s chord organ. I found it such fun playing the flat accordion. It looked a lot like this one.

I learned to play Sukiyaki. I’m now inspired to learn the words and play on piano or my electric Yamaha keyboard.

When my brother died in a car crash, my parents donated money for the pipe organ at our church. He was 21, I was 23.

I always wanted to learn to play all those buttons and foot pedals.

When I finally started back to school after my fourth baby turned 3, I got new types of pianos to enjoy. Electric pianos, and the glorious baby grand on stage in my voice/piano accompaniment classes.

During those years I was given the piano I have now and a foot pedal organ. (We couldn’t bring the organ when we moved.) So I got lessons on the organ. I loved it! But I understand  now why organ benches develop a butt-groove. Organs can be quite the work-out!

If my parents had not taught me self-censorship, I could use the prompt two more times here.