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    Marlayum
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    Ok I have one: I was scrolling through the above stories, and found one that I though sounded good and thought “who wrote that?” And realized it was me. Had to laugh some more…I know that is silly. It has been a really long day! Now tell me you did not scroll through to find my previous comment:-)

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    ShelJ
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    Not really a “cool story,” but I’ve had a violin for a few and I’ve got not really started practicing seriously after playing publicly for the first time in May with BC Renissance Festival, and I’ll be playing publicly again the end of August.

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    dew156
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    In my second year of playing, my violin had a bit of a problem. I live in Minnesota and the weather here is insane. Especially in the winter. It will be warm one day, and thirty below freezing the next. Anyways, I was going to school one morning and it was super cold outside, but warm inside. So the weather change from my house, to outside, to the school was harsh on my violin. when I unpacked my violin hours later at school I found my violin in pieces. Not like the wood cracked, but the pegs fell out, the end button and tail piece fell off, the strings came off, and the sound post even tipped over. Anyways, I fixed it and I’ve gotten a new violin since then and pay better attention to humidity problems.

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    Marlayum
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    dew156 thanks for posting that…now I know to protect my instrument a lot better against the elements!

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    tinge
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    thanks

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    Abee
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    My little nephew Josh asked me if I would teach him. He was about 8 years old. I’m no teacher, but I did buy him a little fiddle, taught him to hold it and let him practice with me. He actually started to learn very quickly. When he went into the 5th grade, he put his violin down because he wanted to join the band. Oh that boy wanted to play the drums. That was fine with me. He had given it a good run and I wanted him to pursue his own interests. His band instructor had a policy to learn other instruments first. Josh learned to play the trombone. Then the tuba. Finally he was allowed to try his hand in the percussion section.
    We went to his Christmas concert during his 8th grade year. We were surprised to see him playing the snare drum when they played The Little Drummer Boy. Nobody had ever seen him practice and we had no idea he could play that well. We watched him switch instruments a few times, depending on what they were playing. His band instructor insisted that percussion students play ALL of the percussion instruments .All in all, it was a great little concert. (I know nothing about band instruments, but Josh said sleigh-bells were the hardest thing for him to learn)
    It ended with Carol of the Bells. Josh wasn’t playing at all. We wondered where he was. The song ended with these very feint little flutes playing softly. It was actually quite beautiful. Then we heard it. A clear perfect violin in the background leading into a new song. We couldn’t see anybody playing. The crowd was stirring a little bit, straining their necks trying to find the player. Josh stepped out from the back of the stage with a violin tucked under his chin playing What Child is This. This song was my first solo, in the 5th grade. He knew this and had asked his band instructor to help him learn it. He played for me on that stage and it was a huge surprise. I cried. I had no idea he still “fiddled around.”
    He’s 19 now and all graduated. His love is still the drums, but he’s been known to pick up a fiddle here and then and play some simple tunes with me out by the campfire.

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    EL Go
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    I went to my scheduled violin lesson at my teacher’s home. The door was unlocked and when she didn’t respond to the knock, I walked in and called her name. It was quiet. I slowly began to ascend the stairs and called her a couple more times. Nothing. It was eerie. I didn’t feel right so I turned around and went home. A few days later I received a phone call from her friend. Had I kept going that day, I would have found a horrible crime scene. I stopped taking lessons and picked up my violin again 2 1/2 months ago after 31 years.

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    EL Go
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    My Grandmother came into the livingroom with a bow and fiddle and played a great bluegrass song. I didn’t even know she had a violin. I asked her to play another but she said her hands hurt too much (arthritis) and she put the fiddle away. That’s the first and last time I ever heard her play.

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