There has always been an accordion in my home. I have told the story about how this accordion came to my childhood home before – about a father and his accordion…

My dad`s favorite time to entertain his family was Sunday morning. We loved that – not so much…

1981

In 2008 his son entertained his grandson. His sharing moment was more like between dinner and bath time. You know – that hour in the day when kids are hard to entertain 🙂

The primadonna had first dib…

…and sometime thing do not go as planned…

…and yes – it does help to look sweet and innocent.

So – the accordion survived  grandchild numero uno and numero doz but it screamed for grandchild numero tres…

My brother`s accordion did not survive his youth. Mine did (in storage).