Like my grandfather and a couple of my great-aunts, my great-uncle Claud was a mean fiddler. All of my memories of him include a fiddle being played.
I find it quite sad that the fiddle tradition on my dad's side of the family pretty much died out with the older family members.
In an attempt to bring it back, I had my first intro to fiddle class at the Folk School of St. Louis tonight.
I have no grand visions; I just want to be able to play a little something-something. I don't think I absolutely suck for tonight being the first time I've ever tried to play a violin. Tomorrow night, I'll start my much-needed daily practice.
If the fiddle doesn't work out, maybe I'll try the dulcimer.