April 30, 2023:
My mommy plays piano, and sings.
I love her singing. A young woman's voice, clear, expressive. Calming.
She plays the upright piano she's rented, accompanying herself on Irish folk songs. This is her heritage, she thinks. Thus these are my earliest memories: "Tura Lura Lura", and "The Wearin' of the Green."
Our little apartment. Two small bedrooms we painted ourselves, in a two-story yellow building on Yale Avenue across from a dentist's office. I don't know how a piano could have fit, or when she stopped playing, or why. Only that, when we moved, there was no longer a piano.