01/30/2025
My guitar's story:
When I was in my teens I was part of a local wood carving club. I was basically the only person under 60 years of age, but I loved it. There's just something relaxing about hanging out at eight in the morning with the smell of coffee mingled with bass wood shavings. Sitting the presence of seasoned souls with much artistic talent, and little recognition for it. Talking about every day life, not how to get ahead, not so busy to take time and smell the roses.
There was one older gentleman named Jim. Sharp as a tack mentally, though plagued with tendinitis, and failing hearing. Just talking with him you think he was closer to 72, life had treated him well. He was also a musician.
One day Jim came into the music store where I worked holding a cardboard box. "I've got a guitar here for you if you want it. Somebody gave it to me broken like this 60 years ago and I never touched it" After looking at the must covered guitar with cracks and a detached bridge, I discovered it was over 120 years old and in very good condition at its heart.
I offered to pay him for it, for I instantly fell in love with it. It was a perfect size, tone, and vibe for me. It was not merely junk in a box. But Jim insisted, "I don't care what the value is, if you love it and appreciate it that's good enough for me, all I ask is that you come over and play a song with me and my harmonica when it's fixed. I am 92. I do not need the money, and my fingers don't let me play anymore. Just being loved and played is a lot more than it's had for the last 60 years" I took to heart and feel we were both blessed with the transaction.
We had a grand time playing when it was fixed. It's a memory I'll never forget. This guitar may not have a lot of intrinsic value, but the tone and sentimentality is beyond measure. When the Covid scare hit and I felt alone, I played hymns. When I moved out of state and got a new job, it has helped me unwind in the evenings . When I met my true love, I courted her with it. When she was in labor I comforted her with it, and that was the first music my little baby boy ever heard in this big scary world. It was a way of telling him he was safe and loved.
This guitar will always be with me, Lord willing. Yes, there are more important things in life that I would give it up for. But if I had to have one instrument for the rest of my life it would be this one.