tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post112174679244471249..comments2023-10-23T17:41:01.138-05:00Comments on Cowtown Pattie's Texas Trifles: Daddy Loved Bluegrass, But I Can't Play The FiddleCowtown Pattiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07384649567351202679noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-47352159641653304092010-09-16T00:34:33.712-05:002010-09-16T00:34:33.712-05:00Buffy,
Your link got mixed up I think. But I love...Buffy,<br /><br />Your link got mixed up I think. But I love seeing your name pop up! Hope all is well at your abode.<br /><br />Thanks!Cowtown Pattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07384649567351202679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-72561636143950839102010-09-16T00:33:45.557-05:002010-09-16T00:33:45.557-05:00Pick her up and throw her down.
Oh, I am dying he...<i>Pick her up and throw her down.</i><br /><br />Oh, I am dying here....LOLOLOL!Cowtown Pattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07384649567351202679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-54936871813886748992010-09-15T21:52:52.150-05:002010-09-15T21:52:52.150-05:00Oh, I know that violin thing. I had violin foiste...Oh, I know that violin thing. I had violin foisted off on me after quite a few successful years at the piano -- but that's another story. I really resented the violin, but wish now I had kept it up -- better than nothing -- plus I came to appreciate the violin lots as I got older.<br /><br />Always enjoyed my Pop playin' the fiddle -- he could whip up a mean Turkey In the Straw, Wasbash Cannonball and took me to my first square dance where we ducked for the olives and do si doed, I made up my own "calls" -- Swing your pardner 'round and 'round -- pick her up and throw her down. At home Mom used to accompany him on an old pump organ 'cause we didn't have the piano anymore.joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999395062839739698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-55541487816634018032010-09-15T21:02:27.818-05:002010-09-15T21:02:27.818-05:00My mother played the piano, and I learned to play ...My mother played the piano, and I learned to play clarinet, and went on to become a grade school band director. I can still read those little squiggly bugs on the paper, but alas, I need them to play. I am not a good enough musician to be able to play by ear, and I really regret, now that my teaching days are long over, that I am unable to just pick up an instrument and play a tune. How wonderful that must have been for your Dad!<br /><br />Buffy<br />http://arrgh@redeaglespirit.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-58768545070918486792010-09-15T11:27:43.089-05:002010-09-15T11:27:43.089-05:00On my Mom's side were three generations of pia...On my Mom's side were three generations of piano players and guitarists. But when it came to me and my sisters the string ran out. But I love the stuff, your post reminded me of sitting in my grandmother's lap and listening to the Grand Old Opry with her on her big old radio.Celiahttp://celiasbluecottage.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-18780724325027022492010-09-14T21:59:27.034-05:002010-09-14T21:59:27.034-05:00Xtreme E,
Thank you! And thanks for the fine link...Xtreme E,<br /><br />Thank you! And thanks for the fine linky suggestion!Cowtown Pattiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07384649567351202679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163970.post-65228519380538307642010-09-14T19:43:44.642-05:002010-09-14T19:43:44.642-05:00LOVE this post! My grandmother was an accomplishe...LOVE this post! My grandmother was an accomplished pianist, so as my father's only daughter, I had to go through the whole piano lesson gig. In vain!<br /><br />I do love fiddle and banjo music, though. Are you familiar with Lori Skoog's blog, Skoog Farm Journal?<br />http://skoogfarm.blogspot.com/ It has a radio station on it with some bluegrass, I think.Xtreme Englishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07536661018563937509noreply@blogger.com