Reminds me of dad and I visiting Grandma Muzz and Aunt Zephy in B.C., Canada during summer break when I was 14-15. They had a player (most likely just a few years newer) but someone had removed the workings which were found standing on end in upstairs bedroom closet. We brought back to SoCal and dad some how found (this must have been around 1967+/- so no WWW) little local airport was having rummage sale and had airplane tubing. The bits of hose that remained were gray and hard and brittle as clay. Enough remained to figure out how to replace in correct order not knowing or having a way to test if correct. Took back up the following summer and reinstalled and it even worked. I must have looked much like you but hanging on to bench surrounded by dozens of rolls (not as many as you have) and seems I played them from morning till night the whole time during our stay. Thanks for bringing back the fond memories. It may be difficult these days to know how much enjoyment there is "peddling" like crazy while listening to the piano especially in my case since I couldn't play. Hope you're enjoying as much as it looks you are and I did. Very few get to do something like this now a days. Thanks for sharing.
Greetings, William. I grew up with a player piano in the home. Gulbransen was the make. We completely restored that old piano. It played so well. Thank-you for keeping the spirit alive.
