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Thursday, June 12, 2014

My 'G' String

Okay, I’m a farm girl!
I had never heard of things like this!
Sigh . . .
I learned to play the guitar when I was twelve.
After an afternoon spent with my big brother, Jerry.
He made it look like so much fun.
We were sitting downstairs on the piano bench.
With an opened ‘Reader’s Digest’ music book propped up on the piano.
We were singing, “When You Wore a Tulip”.
Loudly.
And happily.
With Jerry strumming the guitar enthusiastically.
Picture it: “When you wore a tulip, a sweet, yellow tulip, and I wore a big red rose” . . . whereupon (good word) he’d stop and say, just under his breath, but completely in rhythm, “I don’t know that chord!”
“When you caressed me . . .” And the song would continue.
We sang and laughed for hours.
After that, I insisted on learning to play.
Patiently, he handed me the guitar and then taught me.
Fortunately for him, I caught on quickly.
And went on playing.
I was never an expert, but I enjoyed myself and played for family and friends.
Moving ahead . . .
I was happily playing “Puff the Magic Dragon” for my two young sons.
Well, ‘playing’ would be largely a misnomer at this point, because the oldest one kept trying to ‘help’.
Resulting in the dull ‘thump’ of a muted string.
Finally, one of the strings broke.
Rats.
I removed it and coiled it, then set it aside.
When my Husby returned home that evening, I handed him the string and asked if he could pick me up another.
He nodded. “Sure.” Then, “Do you know which string it is?”
“Yeah. G.”
“You want me to pick you up a new G-string?” He started to laugh.
I nodded. “Yeah. I need a new ‘G’ string.” I frowned at him. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because you just asked me to pick you up a new G-string.”
I stared. Was he getting goofy? Had marriage and fatherhood finally tipped him over the edge?
“Yeah. I broke my ‘G’ string and I need a new one.”
 “You broke . . .?” He laughed harder, bending over and holding his sides.
“Yeah. What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing.” He wiped his eyes.
“Well, can you get me a new ‘G’ string?”
Another paroxysm (ooh, another good word) of laughter.
Then, finally, “You don’t know what a G-string is, do you?”
Remember where I said the words, ‘farm girl’? That would apply here.
“No.”
He explained.
“Oh.” I suddenly understood his laughter.
He got me the string.
After a laugh with the guy in the guitar shop.
But, in true Tolley fashion, never let me forget the lesson . . .

20 comments:

  1. Very funny...and how cool that you can play the guitar!

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    1. Only kinda-sorta, Lana! I would be in my brother's class. "I don't know that chord!"

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  2. Hahaha - I was/still am uneducated about such things, too. When my kids were in school, they would caution me not to say certain words because apparently they had a double meaning - sheesh. I just told them I was using the REAL meaning!

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    1. Oh, those new meanings! Did you know that you can't say 'boning the turkey' any more?! (My Mom's term for taking the rest of the flesh off the bird) Now you have to carefully say DE-boning the turkey. Or your teenagers make fun of you...

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    2. That's exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about. I gave up worrying about it; besides, it amuses the youngsters :)

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    3. It totally does! And then they get to tell their friends. And they get a laugh as well . . .

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  3. It's not just Tolley fashion...it's all GUY fashion.

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  4. I am part of the farm girl club. A boy in 5th grade told me to look up "whore" in the dictionary. I found "hoard", but that is it.

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    1. I kind of like our farm girl club, Susan. It's innocent here...

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  5. Hysterical. I can just picture your husband laughing and explaining this whole G-string thing to you. He's so lucky to have you around to amuse him!

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  6. He should have brought both kinds home just to see the look on your face!

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    1. Oh, that made me laugh! I told Husby. He's sad he missed his cue! :)

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  7. I'm wondering how he knew what a G string was, didn't he also grow up on a ranch?
    I tried to learn guitar once, but the music just isn't in me. I'm happy to listen though.

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    1. River, I never though of that! I'm asking him...

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  8. Somehow, I heard this story in my grandmother's voice. :-) And I loved it.

    Thank you, Diane, for being a sweet farm girl.

    Pearl

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    1. And thank you, Pearl for appreciating it! :)

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