By Clive Stott
I attended the Burnie Infant/Primary School when I was a kid during the mid-1950s. I was forced to learn the piano when I was in Grade Two. I had to leave class early to go to lessons. You can imagine back then the ribbing a boy got in Burnie getting out early with his music bag to go to piano lessons! How embarrassing for a kid – haha!
So it was up the hill to Miss Grice, and all I did was play scales while she sat next to me, peeling her grapes. Every time I made a mistake, the ruler shot out like a lizard’s tongue and whacked me on the knuckles. I’m sure the game Whack-a-Mole originated from this.
To top it off, I had to practice the same scales for half an hour when I got home from school. I know what they mean when they say the olden days were tough!
Making deliberate mistakes didn’t work: it just meant I had to sit there longer. I eventually thought that if I could cut a little nick in each ivory from middle C up to the top note, it might do some good.
There was a big noise when my sister found it later that night, and I had my knife taken off me for three weeks. I couldn’t convince them that the piano wasn’t damaged; but it still sounded the same.
I think the piano ended up in the WEC College in Launceston.
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