My father was a self-taught mandoli

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

結果 (中文) 1:

我的父亲是个自学成才的曼陀林球员。他是最好的弦乐器球员在我们的城市之一。他看不懂乐谱，但是如果他几次听一首曲子，他可以发挥它。他年轻时，他是一个小乡村音乐乐队的成员。他们将发挥在当地的舞会，并在几个场合将发挥在当地的电台。他经常告诉我们他如何试镜，赢得在佩西克莱恩作为主唱的乐队中的地位。他告诉家人，他被聘后他永远不会回去。爸爸是个非常虔诚的人。他说，有很多的饮酒和诅咒他试镜的一天，他不想在这种环境。偶尔，爸爸会拿出他的曼陀林和戏剧为家庭。我们三个孩子: 丽莎，蒙特和我，小乔治 · 会经常跟着唱。如田纳西华尔兹，港口的灯光及周边圣诞节的时候，知名移交的银铃声的歌曲。"银市的钟声，银钟声，圣诞节的时候"，就会给整个房子打电话。老爸最喜欢的赞美诗之一就是"老崎岖交叉"。我们学习的单词对赞美诗，当我们还很年轻，和它与爸爸的时候才唱他会玩，唱歌。经常一起在我们房子里的另一首歌曲是一首歌，伴随着迪斯尼系列: 戴维 · 克罗克特。爸爸只能听到这首歌，三思而后行他学得很好足够玩它。"戴维，戴维 · 克罗克特，王野前沿"是为家庭最喜爱的歌曲。他知道我们一起欣赏这首歌和程序，也经常会出曼陀林程序结束后。我永远不能忘记如何他可以播放歌曲这么好后只听到他们几次。我喜欢唱歌，但我从未学会了怎样玩曼陀林。这是为了这一天后悔。爸爸喜欢玩他的家人他知道我们喜欢唱歌，和听他弹曼陀林。他是这样。如果他能给他人带来快乐，他很乐意，尤其是他的家人。他一直在那里，他的时间和努力，看看他的家人有足够多的他们的生活而牺牲。我已经成长为一个男人和孩子的我自己之前，我已经意识到多少，他牺牲了。 I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family. When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin. 事故发生后，父亲愿意扮演曼陀林。他认为，他不能发挥以及他收到了意外。当我休假回家，让他踢他会为找借口为什么他不能打。最终，我们会穿上他，他会说"好吧，但请记住，我不能按住琴弦我习惯的方式"或"意外发生以来，到这根手指我不能玩一样好"。为家庭它没有让爸爸不能玩以及任何差异。我们都很高兴，他会发挥。当他演奏的老曼陀林的时候它会把我们带回开朗，快乐的时间，在我们的生活。"戴维，戴维 · 克罗克特，王野的前沿"，又会在这个小镇，西弗吉尼亚州响彻听见。在 1993 年 8 月我父亲被诊断患肺癌不能动手术。他不愿意接受化疗的治疗方法，以便他能活出其余的他生活在尊严。大约在他去世前一个星期，我们问爸爸是否他会弹曼陀林为我们。他找借口，但说"好吧"。他知道这可能将是最后一次他会为我们踢球。他调老曼陀林和了几支曲子。当我环顾四周时，没有一个干的眼睛在家庭中。摆在我们面前，我们看到了一个安静的谦虚的人与内在的力量，来自于认识上帝，和他住在一起一个人的生活中。爸爸会永远不会弹曼陀林为我们再一次。我们觉得在当时，他不会有足够的力量把戏剧，而这一点使得甚至更强那天的记忆。爸爸是做某事他做了他的生活，给。如病因为他了，他仍然取悦他人。爸爸肯定能玩那曼陀林!

結果 (中文) 3:

我父亲是个自学成才的球员。他是我们镇上最好的弦乐演奏者之一。他不能读音乐，但如果他听了一个曲调几次，他可以发挥它。当他年轻的时候，他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们会在当地的舞会上演奏，并在少数场合演奏当地的广播电台。他经常告诉我们他如何试演，赢得了位置在一个乐队，由佩西克莱恩作为主唱。他告诉家人，在他被雇用后，他从未回去过。爸爸是个非常虔诚的人。他说，有很多的饮酒和诅咒的一天，他在试镜，他不希望周围的类型的环境。偶尔的，父亲会拿出曼陀林和玩的家庭。我们三个小孩：特丽莎，蒙蒂和我，乔治小，也常唱的。歌曲如田纳西华尔兹，港口的灯光和圣诞的时候，银铃著名的表演。”银铃铛，银铃铛，它的圣诞时间在城市“将戒指在整个房子。父亲最爱的其中一首赞歌是“古老的十字架”。我们学单词的诗我们很小的时候，就跟爸爸唱它的时候他会弹琴唱歌。另一首经常在屋内唱的歌伴随着迪斯尼系列：戴维克罗克特。爸爸只有在他学会了这首歌之前就得听这首歌了，他才学会演奏它。”戴维，戴维克罗克特，《野性之王》是一首最喜欢的歌。他知道我们喜欢的歌曲和节目，经常会出去曼陀林节目结束后。我从来没听过他几次只能听他们唱的歌。我喜欢唱歌，但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林。这是我对这一天感到遗憾的事情。

爸爸喜欢为家人弹奏曼陀林，他知道我们喜欢唱歌，听他弹奏。他就是这样。如果他能给别人带来快乐，他会，尤其是他的家人。他总是在那里，牺牲自己的时间和努力去看他的家庭在他们的生活中已经足够了。我不得不成熟的人，有我自己的孩子之前，我意识到他有多少牺牲。

我于一月加入美国空军1962。每当我休假回家，我都要父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有人弹奏曼陀林，像我的父亲。他能说出来的，老曼陀林声的触摸你的灵魂。当他在演奏时，他似乎在闪耀。你可以看到他的骄傲，他的能力，发挥如此好，为他的家人。当爸爸年轻的时候，他在农场为他父亲工作。他的父亲是一个农民，一个为sharecropped农场所有人。在1950，我们的家庭从农场搬到。爸爸在当地的石灰石采石场获得了就业机会。当采石场于8月1957日关闭时，他不得不寻求其他的工作。他在邓多克欧文斯游艇公司工作，马里兰和托德钢在点岩石，马里兰州。在托德钢铁公司工作时，他卷入了一次事故中。他的工作是有棱角的铁滚使焊工在生产线将它以完成他们的工作。在这个特殊的日子里，爸爸得到了第三个食指的左手在两根钢片之间。医生在手指上动手术不能挽救它，和父亲只好让手指截肢。他没有失去足够的手指，它会阻止他捡的东西，但是却影响了他弹奏曼陀林的能力。

事故后，父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林。他觉得在事故发生之前，他不能玩得很好。当我离开时，我回到家，请他玩，他会为他不能玩的借口。最后，我们会把他带下来，他会说：“好吧，但是记住，我不能把我的习惯”或“自从事故发生后，我不能发挥好”。对于家庭来说，这并没有使任何的差异，父亲不能发挥以及。我们很高兴他能发挥。当他扮演的老曼陀林，它将把我们带回到一个开朗，快乐的时光。”戴维，戴维克罗克特，荒野边疆的“王”，再在巴克顿小镇听到，西弗吉尼亚州。
1993我父亲在八月
被诊断为无法手术的肺癌。他选择不接受化疗的治疗，使他能在尊严的生活中活出其他的生命。大约在他死前一个星期，我们问他是否可以为我们弹奏曼陀林。他找借口说“好”。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们比赛。他老曼陀林调弦，弹了几个音。当我环顾四周，家里没有一个干眼。在我们面前，我们看到一个安静的谦卑的人，有一种内在的力量，这是来自于上帝的力量，和他在一起生活。爸爸永远不会再为我们弹奏曼陀林。我们当时觉得他没有足够的力量去比赛，这使得那一天的记忆更加强大。爸爸正在做的事，他做了所有的生活，给予。他病得很严重，他仍然喜欢别人。爸爸的曼陀铃！