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When you learn to play the piano the easiest is sometimes the hardest and that would be duals which is two notes played simultaneously with one hand.  Czerny said the solution was to play the duals beforehand without making any sound.  Depress the keys just shy of engaging the hammers.  When you went to perform, the fingers would remember.  It's the physical form of memory and that is what he used.  I can control my tremors, somewhat for the present, by taping my finger against a solid surface at the tempo of Adagio.  The tempo of a steady heartbeat.

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We all yearn for home, we all have a place where we felt the most love and have the happiest memories.  Sometimes I think the dementia patients are the only ones bold enough to admit it.

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In 1961 I raced home from school on my bike because I knew my grandparents would be there for a visit.  When I went in the front door my Grandfather was talking to my doll.  Everybody thought it was funny that he confused me for my doll.  Even he was laughing but I saw his eyes when I walked in the front door, he was confused really confused.  In 1964 I got off the school bus and my Grandfather was standing at the corner and told me he was heading to the store.  In Ohio the store was two blocks away and in Florida it was over 2 miles.  In 1965 they said my Grandfather had hardening of the arteries, senility and they no longer let him drive.  He was exhibiting poor judgement on when to pull out and when to pass.  In 1966 the evening before he entered the nursing home he grabbed hold of my skirt and would not let go.  I wasn't scared, I stayed calm and kept looking in his eyes as he told me over and over "I'm never going to see you again.  Do you understand?  I am never going to see you again."  I kept telling him it was okay as my teenage brother took my Mother and Grandmother across the street to my Uncles while my Dad continued to try to remove his hands. We were still in this tug of war with my wool skirt when John came back with both Uncles.  While the 4 of them pried his hands off my skirt I just kept telling him that I understood everything and it was okay to let go.  Two months later, when he died, they said it was Alzheimer's.  All I know was to this 14 year old Granddad was right, he never saw me again.

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Kindly remember that A Dark Winter was an exercise to see what would happen in a release of weaponized Smallpox.
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