Upon the music shelf
1981 Portland Oregon, I was 12 years old.
The memories of my childhood are blurred between what I actually experienced and what I think I experienced.
I recall it was around this age I began “feeling” music and not just hearing it.
Im going on a memory of a particular piece of music.
Walking through the front door of my Aunt Kelly’s big old Portland house, sat a piano.
Sitting upon the music shelf of that piano was a record album of Juice Newton.
The sound of “Angel of the Morning,” the piano, the worn Persian rug, and a macrame lamp are forever sketched in my mind.
Milk in the Creek 