Awhile back, I expressed a desire on FB to learn to play the guitar, and I got some good advice from some of my musician friends, but I never acted on that desire. My bad.
After Daddy passed, I thought it would be special to learn to play on his guitar, so I asked twin sister (its rightful heir) if I could keep it at my house for awhile. She graciously agreed, but things didn’t pan out as I had hoped.
First of all, Daddy’s guitar is very large and very heavy, so trying to hold on to it and learn cords at the same time was a wrestling match I didn’t always win. As a result, I got discouraged and only learned to make G and E before accepting the fact that I will have to learn on something super, duper small and lightweight.
In the meantime, I thought it would be nice to take my picture with Daddy’s guitar before it leaves my house, which twin sis says could be any day now. Trust me, it wasn’t easy—being the poser AND the photographer—but it was worth the effort. I love how the pics turned out, and I know I’ll treasure them forever.
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