My father’ side of the family lived in Kuwait in the 60’s and 70’s, and my uncle owned a Farfisa organ with all the bells and whistles. When the whole family immigrated to the U.S., the organ came with, packed in a crate along with all of my grandparents’ furniture and decor. As my uncle got married and moved from apartment to apartment to house to apartment, the organ moved with him, until finally he gave it up. That thing was too heavy for the amount of change my uncle was used to. Luckily, it didn’t go far. It came to roost in my parents’ living room.
The day the organ arrived (I was in high school), I did two things immediately (not simultaneously): 1. I starting pressing every button and key and pedal and switch, which eventually turned into an “amazing” demo tape that I “gifted” to my brother; and 2. I rummaged through the organ bench, which kept the manual and lesson books. But it held something far more precious to me. Castanets! I don’t know how to play them, but I know how to hang them on door and cabinet knobs since they make for really cute accessories!
Hanging on the media cabinet
I have three in all (the third hangs on a door knob). Two are painted with a bullfighter and bull, and one is adorned with a flamenco dancer. I like the bright paint on the black background. They really do add interest to a room or piece of furniture, even if they are small. Castanets are easy to find online or locally at a music shop (if you’re in L.A., try Olvera St.) Already have a pair? Hang them up!
The organ resting comfortably in my parent’s living room
(images by Michelle Carroll, and her dad)