In a bit of sweet sadness, this is what I was doing today. I picked these up at an auction today.
These were my uncle’s. I’m so happy that I was able to get them. I didn’t pay near what they were worth, but, that’s not why I bought them. My uncle was one of those blessed people who could pick up just about anything and play it. This was just a small part of what he played. Fortunately, a cousin, whom we drove over with, got his guitar. We didn’t get the fiddle nor aunt Rita’s autoharp. We passed on his harmonicas, but, I’m already wishing we hadn’t. The accordion needed some work, so we passed on that, as well. As far as I know, he’s never read a lick of music. As I understand it, the children kept the Dobro back and reserved it for one of my cousins (the eldest boy), he just doesn’t know it.
Before anyone asks, my uncle is still with us, there was just a need to downsize.
If you’ve never heard that sweet style of gospel/bluegrass music, I suggest you do. You’ll never hear anything like it.