A House of Music, Now a House of Self Storage
From as far back as I can remember, our home was always filled with music. My father, James, wasn’t just any musician, he was a true talent who could make every instrument he played sound special. Whether it was the piano, cello, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, trumpet, or drum, he had a unique way of bringing each one to life. I’ll share the story of how my father's life took a tragic turn and how we had to use self storage in Eastern Sydney to keep his cherished instruments safe.