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。我在 1962 年 1 月加入美国空军。每当我会休假回家，我会问父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有人会弹曼陀铃，像我的父亲。他能触动你的灵魂与出来那老曼陀林的音调。他似乎闪耀他玩的时候。你可以看到他有能力打这么好，他的家人他骄傲。爸爸年轻的时候，他在农场工作，他的父亲。他的父亲是一个农民，sharecropped 农场的人拥有的财产。1950 年，我们全家搬离农场。爸爸已经取得了在当地的石灰岩采石场就业。当石矿场关闭在 1957 年 8 月时，他不得不寻求其他就业。他曾在邓多克，马里兰州的欧文斯游艇公司，岩石，马里兰州托德钢铁。而在托德钢铁工作，他参与事故了。他的工作是要滚到传送带上铁角以便更远了生产线焊工有它来完成他们的工作。在这特别的一天爸爸得到了第三个手指的左手钢两块之间。手指动手术的医生救不了它，和父亲只好让指尖被截肢。他没有失去足够多的手指，它就会阻止他拿东西，但是却影响了他发挥曼陀林的能力。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。他是我们镇上最棒的乐器演奏家之一。他看不懂音乐，但如果他听了几次曲子，他就可以玩了。当他年轻的时候，他是一个小乡村音乐乐队的成员。他们会在当地的舞蹈和几次将发挥为当地电台。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，他被聘用后，他就不回去了。爸爸是一个非常虔诚的人。他说，有很多喝酒和咒骂的一天，他试镜，他不想在这种类型的环境。有时候，父亲会拿出他的曼陀林和家人一起玩。我们三个孩子：Trisha，Monte和我，George Jr.，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，它的圣诞节的时间在城市里“将戒指在整个房子里。爸爸的一个最喜爱的诗歌是“古老的十字架”。我们学单词的诗我们很小的时候，就与爸爸唱它的时候他会弹琴唱歌。另一首经常在屋内唱的歌，伴随华特迪士尼系列：Davey Crockett。爸爸只听到了两次，他才学会了充分发挥它。”Davey，Davey Crockett，荒野边疆的“王是我们家最喜欢的歌曲。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。我永远无法克服他如何才能发挥的歌曲，所以好几次只听他们几次。我喜欢唱歌，但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林。这是我遗憾的一天。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。他是那样的。如果他能给别人快乐，他会，尤其是他的家人。他总是在那里，牺牲了他的时间和努力，看到他的家人在他们的生活中有足够的。我必须成熟为一个人，有我自己的孩子之前，我意识到他牺牲了多少。我于1962一月加入美国空军。每当我休假回家，我会问爸爸弹奏曼陀林。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。当他在玩的时候，他似乎在闪耀。你可以看到他的骄傲，他的能力发挥这么好，他的家庭。当爸爸年轻的时候，他为他的父亲在农场工作。他的父亲是一个农民，一个为sharecropped农场所有人。1950，我们的家庭从农场搬到了家里。父亲在当地的石灰石矿获得了就业机会。当采石场8月1957日关闭时，他不得不寻求其他就业机会。他在邓多克为欧文斯游艇公司工作，马里兰州和托德钢在波因特夫罗克斯、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。在这个特别的day Dad得到了他的左手的第三个食指泥在两片钢之间。医生的手指谁操作无法保存它，爸爸只好让手指截肢。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。事故发生后，父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林。他觉得他不能和他在事故之前的一样好。当我回家的时候，让他玩，他会找借口，为什么他不能玩。最终，我们会穿上他，他会说：“好吧，但记住，我不能按住的字符串，我过去的方式”或“因为事故的这个手指我不能发挥好”。对于家庭，它没有任何区别，爸爸也不能玩。我们只是很高兴他会玩。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。”Davey，Davey Crockett，荒野边疆的国王”，将再次在Bakerton小镇听到，西弗吉尼亚。1993八月我父亲被确诊为晚期肺癌。他选择不接受化疗的治疗，使他能在尊严的生活中活出自己的生命。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，但说：“好吧”。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们踢球了。他老曼陀林调弦，弹了几个音。当我环顾四周，家里没有一个乾眼。我们看见在我们面前，是一个安静的谦卑人，有一种内在的力量，来自于了解上帝，和他生活在一个人的生活中。爸爸永远不会再为我们弹奏曼陀林。我们当时就觉得，他不会有足够的强度