I called to share a memory...

 

a house in Minnetonka, Minnesota

I remembered some things from the summer when I was a "summer girl" (baby-sitter and mother's helper) in Minnetonka, Minnesota, and I thought of the family that lived across the street from the family I lived with and worked for.

The people across the street had a room called a den, with books.  And they had a grand piano. 

One day we (I, and the little girls I watched over) were there at their house, both parents were gone, and their summer girl helped to watch the children, and I wanted to play that grand piano because there was no music in the house where I was staying, except from the radio.

I took all the decorative items on the grand piano's lid - off, and set them on the carpeted floor, and lifted the lid, so we could get the sound.  And I played.  

        The mom came home - came in the front door, and - gasped.  Because her stuff was on the floor.  I hurried to tell her, No, nothing is broken, everything is fine, I just took the things off the piano so I could open the lid.  It's all right.

I found her name and phone number on the Internet, and I called her today, and we had a nice conversation.  She asked how I remembered these things, and I told her I write in my free time and when you write, you remember things you might not have thought of, otherwise.

She totally "got it," right away.  She understood.

I shared a couple of memories, and she said, "This is nice.  So - keep writing."

She said her two sons tell her not to answer phone calls from a number she doesn't know.  And I said, "Now you're going to tell them you answered a call from a number you don't know, and you had a really nice conversation - and they're going to smack their foreheads and say, "Oh my God!"

lol.

She was very nice.

It was a good conversation.  I think it made her happy.

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