Today I gained possession of my dad’s guitar. My dad died a little over two years ago and my daughter knows how I feel about this guitar. So when I walked through the door carrying it, she said “Oh no, are you going to cry when you open it?”. I held my breath and told her no then ran off with it to get a picture. But when I opened the case, I could see his hands playing it and I indulged in a brief bit of wallowing. I’ll take a better photo of the guitar later and tell you the story behind it then. This guitar is almost as old as I am, but is a bit more well preserved and mellow!
I certainly understand how precious a family instrument can be! We have two of them- my grandfather's banjo and my grandmother's (other side) mandolin. One is certainly more valuable than the other, but they are both family treasures. I'm glad this has come to be with you since it has such meaningful connection between you and your Dad. FYI: I live within 45 minutes of Nazareth Pa. where the Martin factory is. You can go and tour the company during business hours and watch them piece the guitars together. They also have a great museum tracing the history of Martin and anything stringed that they've made. It's a really neat place! Nice shot!
What a beauty...a Martin classic. I know that gorgeous guitar holds some wonderful memories for you, Lisa. Beautiful and poignant photo and narrative. Love it.
