We sell the piano to the entire state by advertising in the local newspapers. If we've got a lot of orders, then we will send pianos with the truck.
Every time we put an ad in the local cotton plantation in southeastern Missouri, then we will receive a response in the postcard of an old woman who wrote, "Please send us a new piano for my granddaughter. The color should be red mahogany. I'm willing to pay ten dollars per month from the sale of eggs. "
Of course we can not sell a new piano with a ten-dollar installments every month. No bank is going to handle mortgage payments that small, so we ignore the postcard.
One day I happened to be in the area to meet the demands of some buyers, and as desire as I was concerned, so I decided to visit the old woman's postcard writer. I've imagined what I would encounter. The old woman lived in a small hut as usual farmers share the results in the middle of a cotton field.
His hut dirt floors and lots of chickens running around inside the hut. Of course he did not have a car, telephone, or regular job. He did not have anything but a roof over his head. Atapnyapun not so good because I can see the blue of the sky. Granddaughter roughly ten years old, barefoot and wearing clothes from flour sacks.
I explained to the old lady that our company can not sell the piano with ten dollar a month mortgage and I beg him not to send postcards in response to our advertisement. I left their shack with a broken heart.
This explanation is of no use because he still had to write postcards request. Postcard with the same request comes every six weeks. Permintaannyapun same, a petition pleading for a red mahogany piano accompanied by promises and vows that he will not be late paying the mortgage. It's very sad.
Several years later I finally have his own piano company and when I put an ad in the area, a postcard with the same contents began to arrive. For months I ignore. What can I do?
But one day when I was in that area, there is something that moves my heart. I brought a red mahogany piano on the truck. Although I knew that I would make the wrong business decisions, I take the piano to the old woman's hut. I'm not incorporating the bank. I own that has signed a contract valued at ten dollars a month with no interest and that means fifty-two payments.
I lowered the piano and put it into the hut and pick a place that is not likely to leak. I remind grandmother and her grandson in order not to let the chicken played near the piano. As she moved away, I was sure it was throwing a new piano.
But it came on time payments, fifty-two months, just as he had promised. Sometimes he pays the coin affixed to a thick cardboard inside the envelope. Amazing indeed. I had forgotten about it for twenty years.
One day I was in Memphis in order to business and after dinner at a fancy hotel, I sat on the couch while drinking. In the distance I hear the strains of a very beautiful piano sound. I searched and seen a beautiful young woman is playing on a grand piano.
Because I'm also a piano player, I can recognize someone who is very proficient game. I moved close to the piano player in order to hear and see. He smiled at me and asked is there a song that I want him to play?
When he came over and sat resting on my desk.
"Are you the man who sold the piano to my grandmother many years ago?"
I did not realize the words, so I asked him to explain what he meant. He started to tell me and I suddenly remembered. Oh! She is a girl who does not wear clothes and bare feet of the flour sacks.
He said that his name was Elise and because his grandmother could not afford a piano teacher, so he learned to play the piano by listening to the radio. He also said that at first he played in the place of worship they need to accomplish to walk as far as three kilometers.
then he played at school and won a lot of races to play the piano, and later received a scholarship. He also told me that he was already married to a lawyer who had bought a grand piano which is very beautiful.
Then I asked,
"Elise, what color the piano?"
"Red mahogany," she said.
Did he know the significance of the color red mahogany? Courage and perseverance from her grandmother to expect a red mahogany piano when no one is willing to sell the piano to him. Also some tremendous success of the little girl who was not barefoot and wearing only clothes from flour sacks.
Elise may not know all of this, but I was well aware of. This can only happen because of all the love of a grandmother for her grandson ...
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