My mandolin story, New member!
First I would like to say thanks for this site and thanks to this wonderful community. Without it, I know I wouldn’t be this far along.
My father had a bluegrass band and a gospel band. I was about 6 or 7 when he came in one day with what he called a “potbelly” mandolin. I instantly fell in love with the way it sounded. But apparently he didn’t like it. I remember seeing him holding it and talking on the phone. He was selling it! I remember pulling on his pants leg and screaming don’t sell it, I want to learn how to play it. I then heard him tell whoever was on the other end “ Nevermind it’s not for sell” Sadly he never got the chance to teach me, he was shortly diagnosed with cancer and passed away rather quickly.
I grew up got married, had kids, career the whole bit. On my 45 Birthday, my mother in her advanced age, said I have you a present, It was
That “potbelly” mandolin. She had put it up all those years ago. I went home put it on the wall.
Two years go by and this passed Christmas my son got me a new mandolin. I figured well now I really have to start learning, so I found this site, read a bunch became addicted,
and already bought my third mandolin—Kentucky KM 606 love the way it looks and sounds. I can’t thank you guys and gals enough for all the insight and wisdom I have learned!
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