September 18th, 2008

ozarque figure

Personal note; fingers that never leave the hands...

I didn't realize that the expression about fingers never leaving hands was unfamiliar; I've heard it, and used it, all my life.

My mother played spectacularly good ragtime and honkytonk piano. Everywhere we went, she was always asked to play, and she was always willing.

In those days, at least in the area where I lived, almost everybody had a piano. It might be a beatup and out-of- tune ancient upright, but people had one, because standing around the piano and singing was a major part of social life.

Mother would sit down and play for a while, and then when she decided to stop she would say, "Notice that at no time do my fingers leave my hands!"