A long time ago, when we moved to Arizona my dad’s Martin guitar was included in the items we drove across the country. When I was in junior high, I took private lessons on the guitar and kinda inherited it. My husband has a Gibson Les Paul and a Fender. Every once in a while, we pull out the guitars to strum. Both girls always enjoyed tinkering on them.
Something I did not realize until we did high school registration for Gretchen at the end of July. She signed up to take guitar lessons this year. When Grandpa was here in May for Rachael’s graduations, he asked if we still had his guitar. Yes, though we don’t pull it out often. Well last week it was pulled out, because Gretchen needs to practice. They will be having a recital in December.
No I don’t have a picture of Gretchen with the guitar. She is very good at avoiding the camera lens. After her first day of school on August 9th, I did sneak a picture of her as she fell asleep on the couch, being sophomoric is hard. 😉 Shhh… she hasn’t noticed I posted the photo to Facebook nor my little tease. But I have every right after she decided to bite her thumb at me her freshman year (side effect of reading Romeo and Juliet). For those who would actually like to see a picture of a smiling Gretchen – First Day of School.
Guitar lessons on
Grandpa’s classic Martin gives
Unique peek to past
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So lovely to see your writing again. Seems ages since one in here.
Thank you, Benita. It has been awhile. It’s just been a long, hot summer and I wasn’t feeling inspired. It’s still HOT but now that the girls are starting up school, I have some quiet time in the house again.