Where it smelled like shoes and attic dust

[michaelboy]

My dad had a Hohner chromatic accordion - the kind with lots of buttons and no piano keys. And sometimes, if we begged him long enough, he would take it down from the attic-stair shelf and play Serbian folk songs on it for us. We were pretty young but I still remember how much we would dance and how we thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world. And it was.



My mom would save our Mallo-Cup and Smoothie 'money' in a translucent circular container that she kept in the same attic-stair shelf area and when we saved $5.00 dollars worth, she'd send them to Boyer Candy in Altoona, PA. Six to ten weeks later, a box of ten Mallo-Cups was delivered. This was the second most wonderful thing in the world.

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Anyone can be strong if they practice, but to learn to be strong with a gentle hand takes something more

Comments

[tsondoku]

My dad's accordion is the kind with piano keys, but I could smell the scent of the accordion picture. Dancing to your dad's folk songs sounds like an incredibly beautiful and joyful memory.