Walk down Memory Lane

January 22, 2016

Some new friends came by to visit this week, while here we toured our home. In one room which we call the music room, the friends asked if I played the piano and did I take lessons. Not as much as I use too, and in a way I did take lessons to start.

My family move to Oklahoma City when I was ten. It was in that summer that I learned more that molded me to become whom I am today. The street had one house (which was ours) and a new construction beside it. Across the way was Moore county and a large field of wheat. My brothers and I played often in the field, running about chasing the birds out. The wheat was so high that it covered us as we played about.

Soon the construction crew began another house and before the summer end someone had bought the two houses next to us.

When the moving van pulled up to the last house I went over to help. I introduced myself to the lady of the house, her husband was not there, she was a little concerned about me helping in any capacity. By the end of the day I had unpacked all of her kitchen boxes and organized it to her instructions. Then came the good byes. She stated she did not have any money to pay me. That had never crossed my mind as I worked away. I told her that I did not expect pay, but if she would be inclined, would she teach me to play the piano. She hesitated but agreed that she would.

As the school year started I went to her house every day. At first she taught me twice a week and then I practiced at her home on the other days, because we did not own a piano. By the winter I played pretty good. That year she gave me a doll for Christmas. This was the second doll I had ever received.

With the doll I started constructing a home out of cardboard. My mom sewed for me, so I got all the scrapes and started making cloths. These traits are instilled into my character that I still pull from today.

We moved for there in the early spring, to never see her or any friends again. In the next town I persuaded my parents to buy me a piano. I practiced everyday, bought new music and fell in love with my time along with the keys.

By the time I was out of high school and in my first year of college, visiting my parents one day, an invitation to a piano recital came from my piano teacher. She had written a letter with the invitation of information I never knew. When I asked her to teach me to play those many years ago, she had only gotten the piano right before moving to Oklahoma. For she too did not know how to play. I had never met her husband, because he was a truck drive and only home three or four times a year. She said he died on the road the year after we moved and how she missed my coming to the house to play everyday. Long after his death she began teaching other children, and they became the children she never could have with him. Her last line to the letter was “I thank G_d everyday that a little child who came to help me, could changed my life forever”.

I write this not to get any kind of thanks or reward. I write because we never how much impact we have on others lives. Even a small child, or an older adult can be used for Him.

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    1. Another excellent post! I try to make sure my kids are reminded that every decision or action can have an impact on their lives and the lives of others. Sometimes He will use us to delay someone for a few moments while a danger in the near future is averted; sometimes He will use us to provide an example to someone else of what NOT to do; and sometimes He will reward us in some way for listening and obeying him.

    1. I had a mentor like that when I was a young boy. It was my mother’s brother (Uncle Jimmy). He introduced me to Jesus and His Word. My first memory verse was Rev. 3:20.

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