One day I was talking with my sister-in-law about a violin and music that was prominently positioned on a stand in their living room. I inquired as to its owner and the story behind it.
"The violin? she asked. "OK. Well, I started playing in fourth grade when I was in our lived in Athens, Georgia. I had private lessons and then in junior high, I played in the orchestra. By then we had moved to California, and I played at Arcadia 1st Avenue Junior High. Then I moved to Charter Oak, and they didn’t have an orchestra. So I interviewed for the San Gabriel Valley Junior symphony orchestra and was excepted. I played there until I went to Cal poly college." She said the music was a song her grandfather wrote which made the story even more tender