My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string
instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard
a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member
of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a
few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us
how he had 2)auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy
Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired
he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there
was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not
want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family.
We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along.
Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time,
the well-known 3)rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells,
its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of
Dad's favorite 4)hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words
to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he
would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was
a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only
had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it.
"Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song
for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often
get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over
how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times.
I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is
something I regret to this day. Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he kd
and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others,
he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time
and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature
into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had
sacrificed. I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would
come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played
the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that
came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing.
You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father
was a farmer and 5)sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property.
In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the
local 6)limestone 7)quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he
had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk,
Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working
at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle
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iron onto a 8)conveyor so that the 9)welders farther up the production
line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got
the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel.
The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended
up having the tip of the finger 10)amputated. He didn't lose enough of
the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact
his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that
he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home
on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't
play. Eventually, we would 11)wear him down and he would say "Okay, but
remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since
the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't
make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that
he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to
a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of
the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton,
West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was 12)diagnosed with 13)inoperable lung
cancer. He chose not to receive 14)chemotherapy treatments so that he
could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his
death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses
but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play
for us. He 15)tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I
looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us
a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God,
and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for
us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to
play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing
something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still
pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!