My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best players of stringed instrument in our city. He could not read music, but when he heard a melody a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. It would at the local dances and on a few occasions would play for local radio stations. He told us how often he 2) Consultation and deserves a position in a band, the Featured Patsy Cline as lead singer. He said that the family after he was he never returned. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there is a lot to drink and cursing the day of his audition and he did not order this type of environment. Occasionally, Dad would play his mandolin and for the whole family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., often sing along. Songs like the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas, the famous 3) rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, Christmas time in the City" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite 4) hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross."wow gold We have the words of the anthem, when we were very young, and they sing with Dad when he play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad had only to hear the song twice, before he learned it well enough to play. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew that we enjoyed the song and the program and would often mandolin after the program was. I could never, as he could play the songs so well, only after hearing it a few times. I loved to sing, but I've never learned how to play the mandolin. That's something I regret to this day. Father loved to play the mandolin for his family, he knew that we sing, and hear him play. He was so. If he could, joy, others wow gold that he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their lives. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he sacrificed. I am grateful to the United States Air Force in January 1962. Whenever I come home on leave, I would ask Dad to the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin, as my father. He could touch your soul with the sounds that you made that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he plays. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family. When dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and 5) sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family from the farm. Dad was the job at the local 6) Limestone 7) quarry. When the quarry closed in August 1957, he had to seek other employment. He wow power leveling worked for the Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working on Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His task was to iron roll angle to 8), so that the conveyor-9) welder further production would have to their jobs. On this day, Dad has the third finger of his left hand crushed between two steel. The doctor, on the fingers could not save, and Dad at the end with the tip of the finger 10) amputated. He did not lose enough with your finger, where it picked up everything, but it has an impact his ability to play the mandolin. After the accident, Dad was restrained to the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him, he would play for excuses for why he did not play. Finally, we would be 11) have it, and he would say, "Okay, but remember, I can not contact the strings, as I used to" or "Since the accident on these fingers I can not play so well." For the family, it makes no difference to the fact that Dad will not play. We were just glad that he would play. If the old mandolin he would come back in a joyful, happy time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the small town of Bakerton, West Virginia. In August 1993 my father was 12) diagnosed 13) inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to get 14) chemotherapy treatments, so that he could live the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses, but said "okay". He knew it was probably the last time he would play for us. He 15) matched the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, it was not a dry eye in the family. 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