My grandmother, Ruthe Cooper, was my first piano teacher. She taught me how to play a few scales and a few songs. She also suggested that when I started "real" piano lessons, I should take them until I could at least play the Doxology -- that way I'd be able to play most any song people might want to sing at parties (mostly Christmas carols, she imagined).
I took many more years of piano than that -- and I played for all sorts of choirs during and shortly after college.
Oh ... and there's something slightly odd in this picture.
Can you find it?
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