Story by Sherry Mazzocchi
About 50 people settled into folding chairs in a Washington Heights apartment at 555 Edgecombe Avenue to listen to music this past Sunday.
Before the show started, Paul, 8, was at the piano, warming up the crowd.
“There’s something sounding nice there,” said Marjorie Eliot, who was busy in the kitchen arranging snacks for her guests. She told the musicians that at 4:20 they’d have to take a break then.
She was receiving an award from the National Conference of Artists (NCA).
“I have said ‘No,’ and they have said, ‘It’s going to happen.’” she said. “I don’t do it for that and I never thought that that would be happening when I started doing this.”
Eliot started doing “this” in 1992 after her son Phil, 32, died on a Sunday of kidney problems. Every Sunday thereafter, including this past Sun., Mar. 1st, Eliot has filled her home with music and opened her doors to anyone who wanted to listen. The Parlor Jazz Sundays continued even after another son, Michael, 47, passed away from meningitis in 2006.
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