The Suitcase Lady


September 25, 2012, 9:51 pm

The accordion is a much maligned instrument. Say the word and images of smoky beer halls and umpah polka bands might come to mind.

I almost married an accordion player but was saved by a hay bale. Let me explain.

My husband’s mother was an ardent fan of accordion music. She had three boys but could not inveigle the first two to take accordion lessons. Then came son number three, who was a quiet, thoughtful and kind boy. He was sent off to master the instrument with much hope on the part of his mother. The unfortunate facts that her son had limited musical ability and no interest in the instrument were overlooked.

Fast forward 55 years. My husband and I are enjoying a lovely dinner in a crowded but small European style restaurant. The large, happy family party next to us is being serenaded by a remarkably talented accordion player.

“That could be me,” my husband says. “As a kid I had to sit on a hay bale on the back of a pick up truck and play my accordion in a hometown parade. After that painful experience, I rebelled and quit my lessons.”

We live in a house without live accordion music. We do, however, not dislike accordion music. We both agree that the instrument simply needs to be put to good use playing zydeco music. Click here and then click the arrow to see if you agree.

Laissez les bons temps rouler ….let the good times roll!

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