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Remember That Fiddle?

By Mary Murray

Tags: fiddle playing, time flies, Ashokan Farewell,

Windy Meadows FarmRemember in an earlier post I said I'd always wanted to play the fiddle? I'm not sure why ... something about it made my toes tap, lightened my heart, and made me smile. I am so taken by those who can play; so in awe and, to be honest, downright envious!

And so when I came upon a violin made 126 years ago, I was taken in by it's history and soon made it mine. Since then, I've brushed up on some of my favorites ... "Red River Valley," "Amazing Grace," "Old Joe Clark." And while far from perfect, it's been fun to try and try until a song finally sounds somewhat like it's supposed to. 

fiddle with flowers

The old saying goes: "Time flies, whether you're having fun or not." What have you always dreamed of doing? Living in the suburbs doesn't mean you won't be living in a farmhouse someday, and mowing that corner lot in town doesn't mean you won't be sitting behind the wheel of a tractor pulling kids on a hayride. Delay doesn't mean defeat ... dreams come true every day.

It's always good to find some quiet time and ask ourselves, "What do I truly want now? What do I truly need? How do I get it?"

I wish I could turn back the clock ... so do many of us. I would have picked up the fiddle 30 years ago, however, that's just not the way it works. And so when this fiddle came my way (and a fabulous book titled Old Time Fiddle for the Complete Ignoramus — I'm not kidding!) I felt it was time to give it a chance. My daughter plays the cello and has been so helpful. Oh yes, there are still squeaks and scratches when I play, but you know what? After several weeks I've found I can play "Ashokan Farewell" ... that was my inspiration and my dream. 

I came across this quote today: "Don't wait, because right now is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again."

Time flies. Come on, what adventure shall we jump into next?