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作(zuo)者︰zhexienian 來源︰文章閱(yue)讀網(wang) 時間︰2020-03-21 06:20 閱(yue)讀︰

  My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

  Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

  Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

  I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

  When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

  After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

  In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

  我父親是個自學(xue)成才的曼陀林琴手,他是我們鎮最優秀(xiu)的弦樂演奏者之一。他看不huan) 制pu),但(dan)是如果听(ting)幾(ji)次wen)櫻 湍苧葑喑隼礎5彼昵qing)一點的時候,他是qie)桓魴xiao)鄉村樂隊的成員。他們在當地舞廳演奏,有幾(ji)次還為當地廣(guang)播電台(tai)演奏。他經常(chang)告訴(su)我們,自己如何試演,如何在佩茜(xi)?克(ke)萊恩作(zuo)為主唱的樂隊里佔一席之位。他告訴(su)家人,一旦被聘用就永不回頭(tou)。父親是qie)桓齪苧轄韉娜耍 彩shu)了(liao)他試演的那天,很多人在喝酒,咒罵,他不想呆(dai)在那種環境里。





  左手第三(san)個手指(zhi)被纏在兩片鋼鐵(tie)中xiao)R繳允種zhi)施手術,但(dan)未能保(bao)住那只手指(zhi)fu) 詈蟾蓋字緩萌靡繳涯鞘種zhi)的指(zhi)尖給(gei)切除了(liao)。那個手指(zhi)並沒(mei)有完全喪失拿東(dong)西的能力,但(dan)是卻(que)影響了(liao)他彈奏曼陀林的能力。

  事故後,父親不太願意彈奏曼陀林了(liao),他覺得再(zai)也不能像以前(qian)彈得那麼好了(liao)。我休假回家請求他彈奏曼陀林,他以種種借(jie)口解釋不能彈奏的原因。最後,我們軟(ruan)硬兼施逼他就tou)叮 沼謁擔好吧(ba),但(dan)是記住,我撥弦再(zai)也不能像過去一樣(yang)了(liao)。"或(huo)者會說︰"這個手指(zhi)出意外後,我再(zai)也不能彈得像過去那樣(yang)好了(liao)。"對于家人來說,父親彈得好不好並沒(mei)有分別,我們很高(gao)興他終于彈奏了(liao)。當他彈起(qi)那qian)殉戮傻穆恿鄭 突嵐鹽頤譴匚xi)日那些(xie)無憂無慮的幸福(fu)時光。"戴維(wei),戴維(wei)?克(ke)羅克(ke)特,荒野邊疆的國(guo)王"就會再(zai)次響徹(che)西弗吉尼亞(ya)州的貝克(ke)頓(dun)小(xiao)鎮。

  1993年8月,父親診(zhen)斷得了(liao)不宜(yi)動手術的肺癌。他不想接(jie)受化療,因為他想體面地過完他生命最後的時光。大(da)約在父親去世(shi)的一周(zhou)前(qian),我們請求他能否為我們彈奏曼陀林,他說了(liao)很多借(jie)口,最後還是答應了(liao)。他知道這可(ke)能是他最後一次為我們彈奏了(liao),他為老xia)恿值diao)弦,彈了(liao)幾(ji)個音。我環顧(gu)四周(zhou),家人個個都淚水滿眶。我們看見在我們面前(qian)是qie)桓靄簿駁摹? 櫚娜耍 隕詈蟺牧α浚 冒ai)的力量支撐著。父親再(zai)也沒(mei)有足夠的力量彈奏,這使我們對yue)翹斕募且(qie)涓憂苛搖8蓋鬃鱟潘簧莢謐齙氖慮椋悍釹xian)。即(ji)使生命已(yi)走到了(liao)盡(jin)頭(tou),他卻(que)仍盡(jin)力為他人創(chuang)造歡(huan)樂。沒(mei)錯,父親一huan) 鼓艿 嗦恿值摹/P>

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