This week’s Sepia Saturday photo prompt is intended to inspire the “Homo Sepians” (Thank-you, TICKLEBEAR, for that brilliant new word!) to blog about Christmas. But along with Santa in that photo is a happy chap playing the accordion. I can do Christmas anytime, but when will I ever get another chance to feature the much-maligned “squeezebox”?
When my dad was a teen, he was responsible for getting his sister, my Aunt Betty, to her accordion lessons. I always found that to be funny. Betty? Playing the accordion?? I just couldn’t picture it. After all, as long as I’ve known her she has never owned an accordion. She doesn’t even seem especially interested in music except for playing CDs on her Bose Wave.
But play the accordion, she did.
|Aunt Betty with accordion|
Now, I must confess that I am not a fan of accordion music. Intellectually I know that playing requires coordination and skill, but emotionally the sound of the accordion coupled with visions of Lawrence Welk and polka dancers makes it difficult for me to appreciate whatever artistry the accordion can produce.
That might explain why this is my favorite cartoon:
Tired of the abuse, accordionists found someone else to kick around:
There is no denying the popularity of the accordion, however, especially in the 1940s when Aunt Betty was a student. I join Betty’s accordion teacher in wishing you a Merry Christmas!
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