I should have said, more accurately, that Mom played chunks of the first movement. It was that opening descending sequence of chords (for which I am aware there is a name but I'm blanking on it...) I instantly recognized, but she played some other bits too.
When we moved to rural Connecticut in 1963, she asked the guy at the general store (who more-or-less ran Hampton, CT at the time) if there was a good piano teacher she could brush up with.
"My wife," he said.
"Is she good?"
My mother had some trouble deciphering his reply: "She's the chamman of the Govnas Council f'th'Aahts."
And, having deciphered it, much embarassed, she arranged to have her lessons while I was at school...
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Date: 2024-05-21 07:30 pm (UTC)I should have said, more accurately, that Mom played chunks of the first movement. It was that opening descending sequence of chords (for which I am aware there is a name but I'm blanking on it...) I instantly recognized, but she played some other bits too.
When we moved to rural Connecticut in 1963, she asked the guy at the general store (who more-or-less ran Hampton, CT at the time) if there was a good piano teacher she could brush up with.
"My wife," he said.
"Is she good?"
My mother had some trouble deciphering his reply: "She's the chamman of the Govnas Council f'th'Aahts."
And, having deciphered it, much embarassed, she arranged to have her lessons while I was at school...