For Friday Fictioneers where our host with the most is Rochelle!
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My grandfather had a beautiful violin. He used to stand in the garden and play; birds would sing along as the melody drifted up and down, round and round.
He caught me fiddling with it once and was not best pleased. ‘One day it will be yours’ he said, ‘but for now, it’s mine and mine alone’.
As the years went by I became more and more passionate about violin music, so when Grandpa passed, my dream of owning his precious instrument came true.
Now I stand in the garden where he once stood.
Screech…screech…screech……
If only I’d had lessons!
*If you listen to the audio you’ll see, or rather hear what I mean!
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Keith's Ramblings 
Yes, if only it was that easy – wish I had stuck at my piano lessons all those years ago!
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It’s funny you should mention that Iain, I hated my piano teacher. She’d rap my knuckles with the edge of a ruler when I made mistakes, so I refused to carry on. Watching The Piano on TV recently reminded me how much I wish I’d carried on.
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Same thing Keith – without the knuckle rapping, but I hated it and now wish i had stuck at it!
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Oh, that!
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Yes, that!
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Haha! You’ve ended an emotional story with a humorous twist
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I can only remain emotional for a short time, Sadje!
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I think that’s a good thing.
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I blame grandpa – he should have been driving him to those violin lessons…
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Good point, Trent!
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Nice one, Keith. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Kitty!
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You are welcome, Keith. 🙂
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Clever.
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Thanks, Di!
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I don’t think Grandpa understood the desire or passion of his Grandson to learn and play. Get them interested young and keep them inspired. I suspect he doesn’t need to feed the birds any more. A fine chuckle at the end.
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Absolutely James. I’m delighted to have amused you!
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Grandpa’s plan on had that one flaw….
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Indeed it did. If only…
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Oh snap…yes, lessons would have helped!
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They would, but it’s never too late!
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No. Never too late to learn.
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I feel let down. You built up my hope and then dashed it with a screech.
Great writing,
Tracey
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I’m terribly sorry about that Tracey, I’ll try to make it up to you with my next effort!
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Well, the crows may enjoy that melody. 🙂
Lovely mini-tale as always.
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They make a very similar noise! Thanks, Christine.
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Oh well, practice makes perfect, right? Ear plugs work, too. 🙂
You should hear our magpies: they sound like squealing pigs.
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To those who choose to only read this story and skip the audio, you don’t know what you’re missing today! 😂
I am reminded of countless of grade school recitals sitting in the audience gritting my teeth while some 7-year-old screeched his way through “Flight of the Bumblebee”. The only ones in flight were the people in the audience!
Good one, Keith!
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I hope the audio didn’t damage your ears! As for the Bumblebee, very few adults can do that justice!
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My grand kids are always sending me crazy stuff so I’ve learned to start out with my speakers on low.
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I took piano lessons for a couple of months until I talked my mother into letting take tap dancing lessons instead. Shoulda stuck with piano.
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Haha! If only…!
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Ha! Ha! The audio had me in splits. And that cold hasn’t gone yet has it? Take care, Keith.
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Almost gone but not quite! Delighted to have split you, Natasha!
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I should have seen that one coming.
The only thing I can do musically is appreciate it (to the degree my hearing loss allows) and those who can.
Such talent seems to develop (form) during the young years.
Well done and funny audio, Keith.
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At least you can appreciate it, I feel sorry for those that don’t. Thanks so much, Bill.
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Dear Keith,
Violin is my favorite instrument. Strings. I love ’em! Blue grass fiddle. Classical violin. I love them both.
Too bad the grandfather in the story didn’t spring for lessons for his grandson. Ooh that screech.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I love it too, whatever the musical genre. I hope your ears have recovered!
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He got caught in he dream and forgot reality
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Perfectly put!
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Hehe, that’s how I can play too. Good thing grandpa can’t hear it.
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Me too, as my audio demonstrates! If he can hear him he’ll be regretting not giving him lessons.
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Haha your audio made me laugh, I think you should keep trying – practise makes perfect – or so they say 😂
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Thanks for your encouraging words Angela, watch this space!
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i guess it’s not too late to get lessons. even old cows can learn new tricks. 🙂
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They are great moosicians!
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My mother played the castanets. Because I didn’t pay attention (and thought it quite odd), I never learned. Great story.
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Clickety-clack! It’s never too late!
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Grandpa should have encouraged him more to learn.
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If only!
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Aw, if only he had thought ahead or had some help. He has the instrument but not the skill. I loved the ending, Keith!
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I’d like to think he’ll seek out a teacher.
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What a disappointment. But–it’s never too late to take those lessons!
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Very true, Linda!
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Keith, they say keep your eyes on the prize, but the young lad should have kept his ears on it. Hilarious conclusion and perfect sound effect.
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