Isten Eltet

The piano in its new home, apparently its third.

My maternal grandmother always used to say, “Isten Eltet,” and my understanding of it was “God Willing.” As it turns out, it really means “God Almighty” and I still sense that Grandma Bori meant the former.

Isten Eltet came to mind today as we spent a whole morning and more at one of our sons’ homes, waiting for the piano to be delivered.

The piano was found on my NextDoor app, a modern way of connecting with people who live near you and in which you can connect in all sorts of ways. You can tell your neighbors of a coyote just seen, inquire about the best local plumber, warn them of what nasty neighbors can get away with doing to you, or sell something. I saw an ad for a piano recently.

MK and I had always said that we wanted to assure that our grandkids had access to music and well, I was not happy that my musical career was begun too late, so much that I didn’t achieve the success I would have thought I might have.

A little over a week ago we went to check out the piano. When I had originally contacted them, someone was already in line to check into it and I was told that by the weekend, if they had not taken it, we were next in line.

The piano is a Baldwin ‘Hamilton,’ a console size piano, one up from the Baldwin spinet that we have. There is a perfect place for it in the family room for it. As it is with pianos, it will need to be tuned, it was already in that condition when we first viewed it, and the move probably made that even more of a necessity.

The charge was $0, which was really nice. Unfortunately, to move it was in the vicinity of about $600, nonetheless well worth it for the acquisition.

We thought it would be moved around 9:00 AM so we went over to make sure everything was in order. MK and I stayed when the family went on a trek into the city they had long planned.

Things did not go as planned.

The piano was in the basement with a huge staircase in a very large home and the first crew of two was replaced by a group of three with small plank on wheels used to roll it more easily.

Two-thirty was the time when we finally left after tipping the guys some $20 a piece for their time and efforts. It was certainly way easier to get that piano into its new home than to remove it from its last one.

God willing, it is not the last piano we shall find for our grandkids.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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