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My wife met the family for the first time, it was all of them at a family reunion.
She proclaimed them the singingest bunch she ever saw, all of them children of the depression. Dad got himself a hi fi when he could afford it, I can attest to the volume it could attain. 8 track in the cars, music on all the family trips. When he was a kid, they had a radio at the house, my grandfather made a mandolin, bent the wood and glued it together, it is sort of beautiful. He would play it when they were kids. Uncle Cash restored it probably 40 or 50 years and my brother has it now. He is sort of a musical savant, as in he can play pretty much any instrument, started with guitar at 10, maybe younger than that. When he was 12 we were across the street at the neighbor's house. They were out of town and we were getting the leaves out of the pool, raking the front yard and turning on the porch light. Lori was taking violin lessons. My brother picks up the violin, plays Popeye the Sailor and puts it back. I did not know he could play violin, and said so. Oh, I can't play violin.
Pretty sure if you play a song I recognize, you kind of can. His house has rooms that look like they are ready to start recording the minute the band gets there, drum kit, variety of instruments. Baby grand piano, a sitar, guitars like some of you guys are with watches. He has an accordion for crying out loud
Younger brother, also a musician, not to the extent of the older one, but not bad
Me, not so much
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She was the kindest person I ever met
Last edited by Tobra; 06-03-2024 at 09:21 PM..
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