Strike a Chord



Today’s Daily Prompt on The Daily Post is: “Do you play an instrument? Is there a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story about your experience or relationship with an instrument of your choice.”


I began to play the guitar in my senior year of high school. My father bought me a little Martin New Yorker. I think he paid less than $200 for it back in 1965; today it would cost about $3000. And it’s gone.   In 1977 my apartment was robbed and the Martin went with the robbers. That was probably the most difficult loss of a material thing that I ever endured. But my father bought me another guitar, a Guild, to replace the Martin. I liked it well enough, and it has been an good guitar, but just not the same.   I still have it; it lives in my clothes closet, sadly unused. I have not played it for so long that the calluses are gone from my fingers.

I played the guitar consistently from 1965 until 1999. Never a classical guitarist, I was a folk guitarist.

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I loved to sing folk music and accompany myself on the guitar.

I relegated the guitar to the closet in 1999 because I guess I had lost interest in it. I also did not want it to be known that I could play, because I would then be enlisted to play church music at Mass here at the house where I live. I didn’t want to do that.

But thirty years of loving playing the guitar were a great source of joy to me.

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Published by ahiggins2013

poet, birder, senior citizen, cancer survivor, Catholic sister. Eight books of poetry published: At the Year’s Elbow, Mellen Poetry Press 2000; Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky, Plain View Press 2007; chapbooks: Pick It Up and Read, Finishing Line Press 2008, How the Hand Behaves, Finishing Line Press 2009, Digging for God, Wipf and Stock 2010, Vexed Questions, Aldrich Press 2013, Reconnaissance, Texture Press 2014, and Life List, Finishing Line Press, 2015.

3 thoughts on “Strike a Chord

  1. My granddaughter plays the guitar all the time. She has excellent skills but her choice of music does not coincide with mine. 🙂 I have no musical talent but ‘think’ that once it has been a part of your very existence that it would be hard to keep it in the closet. Then again, closed chapters are just that. 🙂

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