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It was, i suppose about the time to put up the add. I mean we had to get rid a lot of that stuff. We have been meaning to do it for a long time. It had been taking up space in the Attic and basement for years and years. They were nice wedding presents and inheritances, but now they had to go. Jim and i mutually agree, this fall seemed like a good time to get rid of this stuff. My grandmothers  old paintings, My grandfathers furniture, that pottery, and that damn Steinway Piano.

That Piano has been in the family for years and years, and-not to sound to superstitious- but the thing has caused nothing but trouble. My great great grandfather- according to family legend- bought the Piano on his crossing from France. He was a rich man, and had a manor waiting for him on the other side of the ocean as soon as he got to America. For years he and his wife entertained guests with this piano, for 40 years that piano was played in that house and made beautiful music.

When my great great grandparents passed away, the house was sold and the piano passed down to my great grandfather. Now when the piano was moved it had to be moved from the third story of the house to the ground story. It was lowered out the window, anyone could have guessed what was going to happen next-well its not totally expected. As my great great grandmothers favorite chandler was being moved out of the house, keep in mind this thing was so expensive, so rare. made of real diamond and gold, from the palace of Versaille in France. The ropes hauling the piano snapped and fell on the chandler, not to mention one of the movers. He only broke his leg but the chandler was totaled. 1 and a half million dollars down the pooper. The piano, survived.

My great grandparents- who inherited the piano- left candles burning on it which commenced to burn down their New England home. Everything was destroyed, but the piano. My mothers sister inherited the Piano when she became of age, she tried to sell in on account that nobody could play. A man walked up to her one day saying he would buy it. She gave him a price and he said he would drop buy later and pick it up. An hour later he showed up on the threshold, as soon as the door was opened the man fell a crossed the threshold. He had died of a heart attack. My aunt freaked out and gave the piano to my mother. I hated this thing. At night i would stay up and listen to it crack and groan, some nights i would hear notes play from it, this was just my imagination i assumed.