Waffle Stompers

All you have to do is spark one memory, and others start coming at you like gangbusters.

This talk of hiking boots and piano lessons took me in a funny direction this morning.  When I was in the 3rd or 4th grade I was practicing for my weekly piano lesson.  I’m sure I was practicing at the 11th hour.  Although I love the piano and wish I could have been a player… it just wasn’t in me.  My brain could never get my eyes and my fingers to cooperate.

So I had my little music book, and I could not play the simple little piece without one mistake after another, and I threw the book to the floor and stomped on it.  Ridiculous move!  Learned right then and there that a stomping tantrum solves nothing.  It seemed like such a great way to relieve the stress.  No one there to see it… just me, the piano, and the book.

Sadly, I was wearing my “waffle stompers”.  What a fun name for those boots.  Sadly, the black pattern of the chunky sole – much like our business logo today – was imprinted smack in the middle of the page.

I had to open the book at the lesson later that day, right up there on my teacher’s piano.  Kind Mrs. Fairman never said a word about it, and neither did I.  Well… at least she knew that playing the piano stirred a passion within me!

Wish I still had that piano book!  I do have my “pretty” little embroidery work from a pair of childhood jeans.  It surprises me I chose to stitch this onto my jeans and not some kind of flower.  But then… not so surprising after all.


5 Responses to “Waffle Stompers”

  1. KIm Mann says:

    Ha ha ha!!!! I remember that day, and the stomping!

  2. Sandy says:

    Part of the incredible frustration was that you were so good at the piano, Kim! Oh… the days of piano lessons!

  3. Mary Anne says:

    My piano lessons were similar to yours. My eyes and hands just didn’t get that they were supposed to work together. At least you found the guitar.

  4. Sandy says:

    I always think it’s funny that my hands know exactly what to do on a guitar… almost without even thinking. Why they can’t do that on a piano is beyond me!

  5. Marcea Clive says:

    Funny how some have it and some don’t. Doris and I had the same number of piano lessons. Well, guess what? She plays really well and me, well, I just plunk for my own entertainment. I just never could sit still long enough to practice.

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