Such a wonderful story, thanks for sharing. My bst xmas was when my dad was in Vietnam in 1965. On xmas morning when we went downstairs there was a black piano Werlitzer. Both my sister and I played and sent him tapes with music we played while he was there. It has memories because he had it delivered from where he was and We still have it. My sister keeps it a while, then I get it. Of course I can pay it when I go over there. We have two GKS taking lessons too. I even hear "Fur ELise" playing when my sis calls me on my cell phone. It was a glorious Xmas. I was 9.