Ever since the piano was invented, people have longed to own one. In the nineteenth century, an age without recorded music or television, this craze reached its apex. Pianos were everywhere: they swelled and shrank in the heat of the colonies, they were in every genteel home, in restaurants, on steamships, in the remote bars of the American west. Some of these pianos have become treasured family heirlooms, some have ended up as firewood. Others have led a more intinerant life, washing up in all sorts of strange places. Occassionally, these wandering pianos find their way to a secret, glass-roofed workshop in Paris where they are lovingly restored and sent off again by a French piano repairer with a passion for his job. When Thad Carhart discovered Luc and his hidden cache of pianos in the dusty repair shop on his street in Paris, his life changed. Having been constantly on the move between America and France, he had never owned his own piano. As he explored the Eldorado of second-hand uprights, grands, harpsichords and player pianos in Luc's atelier, talked to him about how they work and their history, and finally found the baby grand of his dreams, he rediscovered his deep love for this most magical of instruments. A wonderfully quirky book, the story of a musical friendship.
Together with the other farm animals, Old MacDonald is building a surprise for the babies on the farm. Saw, drill, chisel, file, screwdriver, and paintbrush are operated by cat, goat, chicken, pig, cow, and dog. With a zztt zztt here and a tap tap there, there?s a miniature toy farm being made?just for the baby animals. For any preschooler who likes tools and making things, Old MacDonald Had a Woodshop is sure to be a hit! E-I-E-I-O!
Can you tell from first impressions whether someone could become your closest friend?
This is nice story to entertain you ! Aman was a middle family guy who was strange in behave. He went through such a big strange situations in his life that no one can guess. Take a review and go through the story to know ......
Welcome to a world where it's Halloween every day. Come in and meet some of the characters I bumped heads with when, out of the blue, I bought a pawnshop after an earlier career as a news and public relations writer, and ad agency owner. In a matter of days, it was as though I had purchased Pandora's Box, opened the lid, and let loose an array of odd, weird, peculiar, goofy, and sometimes drunk, drugged and crazy people . . . like the man who wanted to sell children; the woman who wanted a gun ?that shoots a lot of bullets fast:? the young man standing before me who pulled his own gold-crowned tooth to raise money, and sweet a little old lady named Marion who wept at the memory of the night she met and played in a band with music-legend Glenn Miller. And more . . . Murphy who shot the legs off a man in a botched hold up; the lady who chronicled her childhood incest in poetry and the young girl who stabbed her boyfriend in front of my shop late one night to mention a few more. The truth is, I had always wanted to own and operate a bank. But banks are expensive . . . really expensive! But then, in the middle of my search for a bank, a local pawnshop came on the market. It doesn't take much imagination to see how banks and pawnshops are related . . . both loan money and collect interest. In the end, what sets them apart is the gulf between them, a gulf peopled with an odd array of the hopeful and the hopeless.