My violin has a beautiful red varnish. It was made some time around the year 1920 in Germany. It belonged to my violin teacher, who lent it to me when I was in high school. It had and still has a beautiful, warm sound. My family didn’t have enough money to buy a good violin like this. After I had played it for a few years, I told my father that I would be very unhappy when I had to give it back to my teacher. “You don’t have to give it back,” my father told me. “It’s yours now.” He had been paying my teacher a small amount of money every week for years. This violin is, in more ways than one, the greatest gift I’ve ever received.
Sunday, June 17, 2012 @3:45:05 PM
Beautiful father's day storey!
Sunday, June 17, 2012 @5:31:08 PM
happy fathers to all fathers and to our fathers who have gone be for us we miss you
Sunday, June 17, 2012 @6:32:35 PM
Nice story - thanks for posting!
Thursday, July 19, 2012 @5:46:30 AM
What a wonderful and touching story. Thanks for posting it.
Best Wishes. Fred.
Humbled by this instrument Says:
Sunday, August 5, 2012 @1:51:15 PM
Yes!!! Way to go, Dad. I haven't been playing anywhere near as long as you nor owned my fiddle so long, but I'd hate to have to part with it, certainly, so your Pop sounds pretty awesome.
Sunday, August 5, 2012 @5:08:57 PM
Thanks, Humbled. He was pretty awesome.
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