{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"pia jane bijkerk","provider_url":"https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress","author_name":"piablog","author_url":"https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress\/author\/piablog\/","title":"a quiet moment in le petit bateau... - pia jane bijkerk","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"RWQPEKqw4b\"><a href=\"https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress\/2009\/03\/29\/a-quiet-moment-in-le-petit-bateau\/\">a quiet moment in <em>le petit bateau<\/em>&#8230;<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress\/2009\/03\/29\/a-quiet-moment-in-le-petit-bateau\/embed\/#?secret=RWQPEKqw4b\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;a quiet moment in &lt;em&gt;le petit bateau&lt;\/em&gt;&#8230;&#8221; &#8212; pia jane bijkerk\" data-secret=\"RWQPEKqw4b\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/archives.piajanebijkerk.com\/WordPress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/pjb_pianochair1.jpg","thumbnail_width":500,"thumbnail_height":407,"description":"My Great Uncle Ron introduced me to the piano when I was just 3 years old. He had a garage full of dusty old pianos that he bought, sold, tuned, and played. When he came to visit he would always tune my piano. He did it the old fashioned way &#8211; with his ear and [&hellip;]"}