When I was 13 my parents were anxious for me to take piano lessons and were told of a lady we shall call Mrs. Wilson living nearby who gave introductory lessons in her own home. Mrs. Wilson was in her late 40s and lived alone, at least I never saw a Mr. Wilson or anyone else while visiting. She was always nice to me and our afternoon lessons usually went well over time, possibly because she did not want a lot of pupils and I was keen to learn. My parents could hear my progress at home
