Pandemic is the Only Thing That Can Slow this Piano Man
July 10th, 2020
Itâ€™s lunchtime on a Friday at the Mahoney House assisted living home in York. Chicken fried steak is on the menu. As usual, thereâ€™s also entertainment, catering to those with a taste for some good old-fashioned music.
Art Fredrickson is at the piano keyboard. Thatâ€™s where he is every Friday â€“ at least until a pandemic got in the way. Art is 94-years-old â€“ older than most of those listening to him. But heâ€™s not a resident here â€“ heâ€™s a volunteer.
“Well, I do it for two reasons,” Art said. “I do it to entertain my old friends. And I like to hear those old songs myself.”
Art plays from a well-worn songbook filled with loose-leaf music sheets.
“I try to do what the audience wants to hear,” Art said. “But one thingâ€¦ Iâ€™m not an expert piano player. Some people think I am, but Iâ€™m not. My singing is kind of mediocre, but I manage to get by.”
Art can carry a tune. Itâ€™s his keyboard thatâ€™s a little more difficult.
“Itâ€™s heavy,” Art admitted. “And sometimes I wonder how in the world I handle it. I have it in a crate so that it gets protected.”
And yet he hauls that crate across town week after week to make music for his friends.
It doesnâ€™t matter to him that most of the crowd is more focused on the dinner than the show.
“Well, theyâ€™re there to eat,” Art said. “And they say, â€œWell, we donâ€™t hear them clap a lot.â€ Well, of course not. Theyâ€™re busy eating.”
Art started taking piano lessons when he was nine-years-old. His parents paid for the lessons in farm produce. He served in World War II and worked for years for the railroad. He eventually started playing songs on his keyboard for his second wife who was in an assisted living home for eight years before she passed away.
“I went down there and she liked to hear it, so I played it. And pretty soon, I was playing for everybody.”
And his reputation has spread. Before coronavirus, Art was booked at several retirement homes in town.
“Some of the other homes heard about it, and they asked me if Iâ€™d play there, so I ended up with three,” Art said. “And thatâ€™s about all you want to handle when you do your own housekeeping and cooking and lawn.”
Art says heâ€™s never dreamed of playing on a big stage before thousands of people.
“No, no, no. My performance ambitions are quite a bit less than that.”
But there is one other venue where he sometimes plays — and often eats — the local Wendyâ€™s restaurant.
“They come in a lot of times if they know Iâ€™m going to play ahead of time, or if I start playing, some of them go home and get some of their family,” Art said. “So the Wendyâ€™s manager doesnâ€™t mind that.”
While they take orders at the counter, Art takes requests in a corner. But not all requests.
Well, if itâ€™s something in my book” he said. “I can play some by ear, but then I lose my concentration that way.”
Whether itâ€™s at a fast-food place or the retirement home. Art has its fans. Joyce Hackler, who is 95-years-old, just loves his afternoon concerts.
“And one day I tried to give him a tip,” Joyce said. “I put some money in an envelope and put it over on the piano. He wouldnâ€™t take it.
“I thought, gee, you know, heâ€™s doing something that he really enjoys doing as he gets older, and itâ€™s appreciated.”
Art says he knows there will come a time when more than a pandemic will keep him away â€“ a time when heâ€™s just not physically able to do this.
“Iâ€™m a realist. I take things as they come. And someday, why, I wonâ€™t be able to do it, and Iâ€™ll be gone,” he said. “But it really doesnâ€™t terrorize me very much because Iâ€™m a Christian and I believe that the hereafter is just as good as where Iâ€™m at, or better.”
When that day comes, Art Fredrickson, who has played the piano for nearly a century, doesnâ€™t want to be remembered as a musician.
“I want them to remember me as a friendly person. And thatâ€™s all I care out of life.”
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