Reflecting on my bloodline....

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This is my Aunty Nancy shown in in 1913 at the age of 2 years and 8 months.

Pianist, Harpsichordist, Teacher and lecturer - passionately dedicated to music

Awarded an Order of the British Empire for music.
Awarded a medal from the German government for her dedication to music
Founder of the Bartok Society

When she died her notes and music were left to the NSW Conservatorium. One of her favourite students, Sarah, went on to tutor Princes Harry and William.

She used to phone me on a regular basis to encourage me to continue with my lessons. "You must practice, you MUST"....and I did for awhile. It came easily to me, just a little too easy and I never appreciated the gift bestowed through my genes. There was tennis, and boys and parties.

Aunty Nancy had two concert grand pianos sitting side by side in the parlour. Her house was a treasure trove of wonderful and beautiful things. Pianos, paintings, harpsichords, letters, dresses...and a slightly scary Siamese cat named Confucius.

For all those years she was a voice on the phone, a sender of wonderful books and a presence always felt as I played. I wish I had kept playing.



Pic from the National Library of Australia - I'm not asking permission cos she is my aunt...