Mark Walker
Feb-25-2006, 8:07am
Absolutely true story: # My cousin Dave lost his wife at far too young of an age (48) a few years back. #He comes from a large family and has 9 siblings. #They have a popular bluegrass band here in West Michigan, and are well-known.
About 6 months before his wife passed away, I got my first Silver Angel mandolin. #At that time Ken Ratcliff was building them with the mother-of-pearl 'flying angel' in the headstock.
The night after his wife passed, I had an eerie dream (also absolutely true) that Ken Ratcliff was building a two-pointer mandolin and had named it Cynthia Jane - the name of my cousin's wife. #In my dream it had a headstock with an angel in it, and that he was making it for Dave. #
The next morning I called Ken, and he had actually STARTED a 2-pointer the previous day. #I told him, "I'm buying that for my cousin." #Ken did indeed name it Cynthia Jane. #
Now the heart-stopper... #I was driving around to all Dave's siblings' houses to let them know I was getting this custom-made mandolin for him commemorating his late wife, and to see if they wanted to be part of that effort. #I brought mine along to show them Ken's workmanship and they all LOVED the idea of a mandolin commemorating his late wife. #
I stopped at one of his sister's houses - she'd been out doing yard work - and I set my Silver Angel case on the trunk-lid of my car and opened it up for her to see. #Of course she wanted to help out with the purchase, and we walked in the house for a soft drink and she pledged some finances toward the effort.
I got back in my car, and drove to another sibling's house - about 5 miles away. #The route was a combination of gravel and paved roads. #When I got to Dave's brother Carl's house, one of Carl's kids came out to meet me as I was driving up their long, winding driveway. #She said to me through my open window, "Hey Mark, do you know you have a mandolin case on the back of your car?" #
I cranked my head around and looked in the back seat - NO mandolin! #My heart absolutely stuttered! #I looked through the back window, and there on the truck lid was my Silver Angel! #
I can only assume Divine intervention; the TKL case - with the little metal 'feet' pegs on the bottom - by rights should have slid or bounced or rattled off enroute from my previous stop. #It was in the exact same place I'd set it down when showing it to Dave's sister!
My heart pounded for the next two hours; Carl said to me, "You MUST have an angel watching over you and your mandolin. #And of course we're 'in' on the deal to buy him a Silver Angel!" # http://www.mandolincafe.net/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif
To this day I cannot believe I drove that far on those roads without that mandolin sailing off the back of my car and getting smashed somewhere along the route! #http://www.mandolincafe.net/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif
About 6 months before his wife passed away, I got my first Silver Angel mandolin. #At that time Ken Ratcliff was building them with the mother-of-pearl 'flying angel' in the headstock.
The night after his wife passed, I had an eerie dream (also absolutely true) that Ken Ratcliff was building a two-pointer mandolin and had named it Cynthia Jane - the name of my cousin's wife. #In my dream it had a headstock with an angel in it, and that he was making it for Dave. #
The next morning I called Ken, and he had actually STARTED a 2-pointer the previous day. #I told him, "I'm buying that for my cousin." #Ken did indeed name it Cynthia Jane. #
Now the heart-stopper... #I was driving around to all Dave's siblings' houses to let them know I was getting this custom-made mandolin for him commemorating his late wife, and to see if they wanted to be part of that effort. #I brought mine along to show them Ken's workmanship and they all LOVED the idea of a mandolin commemorating his late wife. #
I stopped at one of his sister's houses - she'd been out doing yard work - and I set my Silver Angel case on the trunk-lid of my car and opened it up for her to see. #Of course she wanted to help out with the purchase, and we walked in the house for a soft drink and she pledged some finances toward the effort.
I got back in my car, and drove to another sibling's house - about 5 miles away. #The route was a combination of gravel and paved roads. #When I got to Dave's brother Carl's house, one of Carl's kids came out to meet me as I was driving up their long, winding driveway. #She said to me through my open window, "Hey Mark, do you know you have a mandolin case on the back of your car?" #
I cranked my head around and looked in the back seat - NO mandolin! #My heart absolutely stuttered! #I looked through the back window, and there on the truck lid was my Silver Angel! #
I can only assume Divine intervention; the TKL case - with the little metal 'feet' pegs on the bottom - by rights should have slid or bounced or rattled off enroute from my previous stop. #It was in the exact same place I'd set it down when showing it to Dave's sister!
My heart pounded for the next two hours; Carl said to me, "You MUST have an angel watching over you and your mandolin. #And of course we're 'in' on the deal to buy him a Silver Angel!" # http://www.mandolincafe.net/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif
To this day I cannot believe I drove that far on those roads without that mandolin sailing off the back of my car and getting smashed somewhere along the route! #http://www.mandolincafe.net/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif