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My violin
Posted on February 4th, 2007 by GregPC.
Categories: Misc, Music.
I started asking my parents for violin lessons when I was ten or 11 years old. Because I’d asked to start so many things - and then lost interest - they held me at bay for a couple of years. Some time in the sixth grade, when I was 12 or so, they relented. My teacher was Mrs. Goldstein - a German woman in her 60s or 70s. I took lessons with her for five or six years - until I moved away from home when I was 17.
For the first couple of years I borrowed a violin from my teacher. Once my parents were convinced that I was sticking with it they finally agreed to buy me a violin of my own. It was nothing special, but I had it for many, many years. It had been dropped many times and the top and back were both cracked. There were sections where the varnish was worn away but I liked it very much.
I played it until 1998 or 99 when I decided it was time for something new. I brought my old violin to a shop in Harvard Square and traded it - and a chunk of cash - for my violin. Thirty years after I started begging my parents to let me play I am still playing. The fact is though that I’m not very good and never have been. I play because I like it and have fun doing it.
