I could play songs on my dulcimer if someone else tuned it for me. That was my sister, who lived with me for a few years back then. I was really good with Moon River. After Jan moved Mr. Sams’ lovely dulcimer had a place of honor in my living room and was played a few times by people who understood stringed instruments. I sent it to live with Beth years ago. Some day it may encounter someone who can play Moon River.
I can’t remember anything about the three men who made the harp. Can you imagine browsing an art show early in the morning and encountering a fully stocked harp booth. I knew I needed one just to support the audacity of three men who believed they could sell harps at an art show in the Midwest. I selected the least expensive harp available and spent the weekend scheming how to find the money. It was close to Beth’s birthday, and that became my excuse.
When I brought it home I handed it to Tom, who makes music on anything. He could not play it. In a flash I called Christina, Beth’s friend since childhood. At the time Christina lived very close by and was just embarking on a career as a lawyer. Best of all, Christina, a gifted musician, has a master’s degree in harpsichord. Maybe the degree is music theory, but Christina and harpsichord are synonymous to me. Christina arrived promptly, announced the harp first rate, and tuned it. She gave Tom a two minute lesson in the theory of plucked instruments, and he could play it.
That’s how my daughter got a birthday present to keep dusted. Some day it may encounter someone who can play Moon River.
Christina at the harpsichord. A long, long time ago.