I can bang out a few chords and maybe write a tune on piano, so I would make room for a nice old upright. I can’t ever see myself becoming good enough on keys to justify making room for a big ol traditional organ.
If only my Mom had not had a goddam desk made out of my Great-grandmothers old pump organ when I was around 10 yrs old, things might have turned out different. I was just getting big enough to work the bellows. It was a really old and ornate cool looking thing from the 1800s and still mostly worked, only needing a few very minor repairs.
Really pissed me off, but my folks never listened to what I wanted. She wanted her damn roll top desk, which she only ever used to store old Christmas cards and crap in.
Never really forgave her for doing that, or not replacing it with the piano I asked for after me begging her not to do it.
Dad never wanted me to be a musician either, thought it was for sissies or dope fiends.
So I bought a guitar with my own money in high school, and that set the musical course.