Just fiddlin' around...

Every PARTY needs a little music. Well at least that's the story that has been passed down through the ages. And what kind of barn dance would it be if thar wernt no fiddle? This is were my relatives come in. We come from a long line of musical talent from my Granny who played by ear with the spoons and harmonics, my hubby's line were opera singers who traveled abroad, and my MIL's mother and family played around the wagon train camp fires and any barn dance they came across. The girl in the picture is Aline (my hubby's grandmother) as a teenager with her dad and uncle. c 1910

I rescued the fiddle from the house Aline lived in with her husband in Edna, Texas. Unfortunately it had hung on the wall for many, many years and the last few years in the home with no climate control once Mamaw went into the nursing home shortly after Papaw's death.

Two sad pieces to the story are of course the condition of this fiddle and the other...our son plays the fiddle and his great grandmother never got to hear him. I like to think God opens up a window in heaven every now and then and they pull up a cloud and enjoy the music.

If you have a special heirloom and want to share,
go by Marie's place Emma Calls Me Mama
were she is
Celebrating Heirlooms & Giveaway.


~Candy~