Many moons ago, and I do mean many, my late husband and I would attend as many bluegrass festivals as possible. We especially enjoyed the gatherings at Glen Rose, Texas because it was a camping park and we could take our camping trailer and park for days so we could be at home there and get our fill of all that pickin' fun we wanted. Spring and Fall, it was a delight day and night to listen to different groups like Jim and Jesse, The Lewis Family, and many others.
We were so inspired by all that music, we decided maybe we should buy ourselves a couple of instruments so we could pick and grin at home whenever we wanted! So I got a really nice guitar and my husband bought a banjo and we found a good teacher. Well, he was a very good teacher, but I confess, we weren't the best students. There was plenty of pickin' going on, but it just didn't sound quite like we had imagined and it would probably be years of practise before it would.
Practice did not make perfect in this case!
Nah! We gave it up. Our dream to become the Sonny and Cher of bluegrass faded away! And after my husband passed away, I gave my guitar to someone who could actually play it, and stored the banjo away in the closet.
Fast forward about thirty-one years now. I'm looking in the closet and thinking, why is this still here? Shouldn't someone be enjoying this? But I don't know a soul who can play or even wants to play the banjo. Maybe I should post on Facebook? No. Craigslist? No.
One day a couple of weeks ago, a few of us were just visiting as we got things ready for our Bible study to begin. As we talked, I don't know what prompted me, but I just blurted out, "Hey, does anybody know of anyone who might want a banjo?" My sweet friend, Erin, spun around with the biggest smile on her face and said with a hearty YES!!! My daughter has been wanting a banjo and to learn how to play!" Well, what do you know? I brought it to her and she was so excited. She is a student at Texas A & M and here she is, folks!