Another random thought: The woman who tried to teach me Donkey Serenade was named Mrs. Nagley and she was about 103 years old. She would come to our house and we would go down into the basement and share the same bench of the grossly out of tune piano. She would opening this satchel and take out a weekly lesson book where she kept track of my lack of progress and a bottle of Pepto Bismol that she placed at her end of the keyboard.
She drank out of the bottle several times during each lesson and she always had a pink ring of paste-y gak around her lips. Was this fun for a seven year old?