Wonder Wench Writes

Reading lovely words is almost as wonderful as living them.  I get to do both.

So he doesn’t remember dates … my Louie-Louie Lad is worth a hundred dates, and then some. He remembers …

 A long time ago I really wanted to learn to play the violin.  Now that may not seem so wonderful … unless, like me, you come from a totally unmusical family.  Three brothers, none of whom know or knew which end of a recorder to blow through.  And four sons, three of whom are REAL musicians.  The rest of us just marvel.

 Okay, so … a violin?  Ye gads, that is going a bit far.  But hey, Louie-Louie Lasses can be just as stubborn as any Big Louie Lad you ever came across.  And there is no doubt about my stubborn streak.  And as I said, “he” remembers. 

 I am now the proud owner of a school violin … look out Big Louie, I’m gonna bow your socks off.  Because my left hand doesn’t work as well as it used to … you have to finger those strings, y’ know … I am doing a great deal of just plain practicing.  Nope, no music yet but musician son Dave has offered awfully good encouragement and musician son Mark just grins.  ‘Course, neither has had to listen to me either.  But even my friend Carine just winces and smiles … she’s a true  friend.

 And when I can play real music, I will let His Own Bad Self tell you …

4 Responses to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Don Miller says:

    Lady Wonder Wench, I last wrote you about a sad event that had taken place in my life. But as time went on my own Louie, Louie Lass has helped me to move on. At this point I must say that all of us Louie, Louie Lads owe you Lass a debt that we can never repay.
    You all come into our lives and as time goes on you have children that we try to help you raise, but at times we don’t do as well as you do, but you let us stumble on. All the time giving us gentle clues as to what will work and what won’t.
    When we go off to war you are the glue that keeps our family together. But most of all you are there when we fall to our knees with tears in our eyes, when we loose someone near and dear to us.
    This is what my Wonder Lass did for me and I will thank her til I shed this thing we call a body and become a loving memory to her.
    As you might have figured out I’m the one Who lost his Dad in Feb. The hurt is still there but I’m remembering more and more of the good times we had together. I made it this far thanks to my own Lady Wonder Lass, and am thankful to you, Dick and everyone else who reached out to me in my time of need.


  2. Betsy says:

    LWW, good for you for taking up the violin. I recently heard of another LLLass doing the same thing. My mom played it from a child until her early 20’s –her dad, who was a barber, told her she was going to drive away all his customers. If Dick sticks with you through all that initial squeaking, you know it’s true love. 😉

    Don, glad you are doing better.

  3. Sheri says:

    For Don… so glad you are doing better. Losing a parent is rough, I lost my mother, and my father is starting to have his share of bad health. But almost 2 weeks ago I was blessed with the birth of my 4th grand child, a boy, who when I look into his face, I see a little of my mother. This is a child, actually all 4 of my grand kids are ones that she never got to meet, she died in 98, and Gavyn is the first one of them that when I look at his tiny face, I see my mom.

  4. aliasJean Fox says:

    LWW – as you know, I’m a consummate musician. I play guitar,ukulele, recorder, flutophone, rhythm and percussion instruments, and also the piano (barely). I still plan on learning the violin, bass, banjo, and mandolin. I hope to re-visit the 120-bass accordion soon too.
    In your case, the violin is good therapy to get the brain back to working when you ask it to do something different. Know what? I’m proud of you!!! And you’re never too old.
    My mother was 93 when she first took a piano lesson, and played her first (and only recital). When she died a year ago at age 94, one of the things I thought of was that there’d never be another recital for her, on this earth anyway. So GO FOR IT!!!! And keep us informed of your progress.
    I see my mother and her talents in a few of her great-grandchildren. I know this legacy will live on.