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  My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

  Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

  Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

  I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. 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 sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

  After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

  In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out 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 would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

  我(wo)父親(qin)是個自學成才的曼陀林琴手(shou),他(ta)是我(wo)們鎮最優秀(xiu)的弦樂(le)演奏(zou)者(zhe)之(zhi)一。他(ta)看不懂樂(le)譜,但(dan)是如果(guo)听幾次wen)櫻 ta)就能演奏(zou)出來(lai)。當他(ta)年(nian)輕(qing)一點的時候,他(ta)是一個小鄉村樂(le)隊的成員(yuan)。他(ta)們在當地(di)舞廳演奏(zou),有幾次還(huai)為(wei)當地(di)廣(guang)播(bo)電台演奏(zou)。他(ta)經(jing)常告(gao)訴我(wo)們,自己如何試演,如何在佩茜?克萊恩(en)作為(wei)主(zhu)唱的樂(le)隊里佔一席之(zhi)位。他(ta)告(gao)訴家人(ren),一旦被聘用就永不回頭。父親(qin)是一個很嚴謹的人(ren),他(ta)講述了他(ta)試演的那天,很多人(ren)在喝酒,咒罵,他(ta)不想(xiang)呆在那種環境里。





  左手(shou)第三個手(shou)指被纏在兩片鋼鐵中。醫生對手(shou)指施(shi)手(shou)術(shu),但(dan)未能保住那只手(shou)指fu) 詈蟾蓋qin)只好讓(rang)醫生把(ba)那手(shou)指的指尖給切除(chu)了。那個手(shou)指並沒有完全(quan)喪失拿東西的能力,但(dan)是卻影響(xiang)了他(ta)彈奏(zou)曼陀林的能力。

  事故後,父親(qin)不太願意彈奏(zou)曼陀林了,他(ta)覺得再也不能像(xiang)以前(qian)彈得那麼(me)好了。我(wo)休假回家請求他(ta)彈奏(zou)曼陀林,他(ta)以種種借口解釋不能彈奏(zou)的原因(yin)。最後,我(wo)們軟硬兼(jian)施(shi)逼他(ta)就範,他(ta)終于說︰"好吧,但(dan)是記qin)。 wo)撥弦再也不能像(xiang)過(guo)去(qu)一樣了。"或者(zhe)會(hui)說︰"這(zhe)個手(shou)指出意外後,我(wo)再也不能彈得像(xiang)過(guo)去(qu)那樣好了。"對于家人(ren)來(lai)說,父親(qin)彈得好不好並沒有分別,我(wo)們很高興他(ta)終于彈奏(zou)了。當他(ta)彈起(qi)那qian)殉戮傻穆恿鄭 突hui)把(ba)我(wo)們帶回昔日那些無憂(you)無慮(lv)的幸福(fu)時光(guang)。"戴維,戴維?克羅克特,荒野邊疆的國王(wang)"就會(hui)再次響(xiang)徹西弗吉尼亞州(zhou)的貝(bei)克頓小鎮。


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