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，他是一个小的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并赢得在帕克莱恩作为主唱的乐队中的地位。他告诉家人他被雇用后从未回去过。爸爸是个非常虔诚的人。他说大量饮酒和诅咒他试镜的一天他不想在这种环境。有时候，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。歌曲如田纳西华尔兹，港口的灯光及周边圣诞节的时候，银编钟的知名格式副本。"银这座城市的钟声，银钟声，圣诞节的时候"会响起在房子里。老爸最喜欢的赞美诗之一就是"老崎岖交叉"。我们学到了赞美诗单词，当我们还很年轻，并且会唱它跟爸爸时他会玩，唱歌。经常一起在我们房子里的另一首歌曲是一首歌，伴随着沃尔特 · 迪斯尼系列： 戴维 · 克罗克特。爸爸只能听到这首歌，他学得很好到足以发挥它前要三思而行。"戴维，戴维 · 克罗克特，王野前沿"是为家庭最喜爱的歌曲。他知道我们喜欢这首歌和程序，并会经常出去曼陀林程序结束后。他如何可以播放歌曲那么只听了几次后，我可能永远不会忘掉。我喜欢唱歌，但我从没学会如何演奏曼陀林。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，和听他弹奏曼陀林。他是那样。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。他能触到你的灵魂出来那老曼陀林的音调。他似乎闪耀他玩的时候。你可以看到他的骄傲在他演奏得这么好，为他的家庭的能力。父亲年轻的时候，他在农场工作，他的父亲。他的父亲是一个农民，和 sharecropped 农场的人拥有的财产。在 1950 年，我们全家搬离农场。爸爸取得了在当地的石灰岩采石场的就业。当石矿场关闭在 1957 年 8 月时，他不得不寻求其他就业。他曾在马里兰州的邓多克的欧文斯游艇公司，托德钢铁岩石，马里兰州。虽然工作在托德钢铁，他曾参与一次事故。他的工作是要滚铁角到传送带上，这样更远了生产线焊工就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，但是却影响了他弹曼陀林的能力。事故后，父亲愿意扮演曼陀林。他觉得他不能上场，以及他在事故发生前。休假回家问他玩的时候他会给他为什么不能打的借口。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"自到这根手指事故我不能玩一样好"。为家庭中，它没有让爸爸不能玩以及任何差异。我们都只是很高兴，他会玩。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，荒野边疆的国王"，又会听到响彻，西弗吉尼亚州的小镇。在 1993 年 8 月我父亲被诊断患肺癌不能动手术。他选择不接收化疗的治疗方法，以便他能活出他的尊严的余生。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。他调整了老曼陀林和了几支曲子。当我环顾四周时，没有干眼症在家庭中。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，和跟他生活在一个人的生命。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，而这一点使得那天甚至更强的记忆。爸爸是做某事他做了他的生命，给。如病因为他了，他仍然靠取悦他人。爸爸肯定能玩的曼陀林 ！

結果 (中文) 3:

我父亲是个自学成才的球员。他是最好的一种弦乐器的球员在我们的城市。他看不懂乐谱，但是如果听几次曲子，他就能演奏出来。当他年轻的时候，他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们在当地的舞蹈和在一些场合发挥还为当地广播电台播放。他经常告诉我们他是如何试演，赢得了地位，在一个乐队，由佩西克莱恩作为主唱。他告诉家人后，他被聘他永不回头。爸爸是个很虔诚的人。他说，有很多喝骂他试听的那天，他不想在那种环境。

偶尔，爸爸会滚出去他的曼陀林和家人一起玩。我们的三个孩子：特丽莎，蒙蒂和我，乔治二世，也常唱的。歌曲如田纳西华尔兹，港口的灯光和圣诞节的时候，银铃著名的表演。”银铃，银铃，在城市“圣诞节将环整个房子。父亲最爱的其中一首赞歌是“古老的十字架”。我们学单词圣歌的时候我们都很年轻，并且会唱它与爸爸时，他会唱。另一首歌经常被分享在我们的房子是一首歌，伴随着迪士尼系列：戴维克罗克特。爸爸才就够玩它两次听到这首歌。”戴维，戴维克罗克特，荒野边疆的“国王是我们家最喜欢的歌曲。他知道我们喜欢的歌曲和节目，经常会滚出去曼陀林节目结束后。我永远不能明白他怎么能这么好后，只听过几次播放歌曲。我喜欢唱歌，但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林。这是我遗憾至今。

父亲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。如果他能给他人带来快乐，他会的，尤其是他的家人。他总是在那儿，牺牲自己的时间和精力去看，在他们的生活中有足够的家人。我已经成长为一个男人，有自己的孩子之前，我意识到他已经牺牲了太多。

我加入了美国空军在一月1962。每当我休假回家，我都会问父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有人弹奏曼陀林，就像我的父亲。他能说出来的，老曼陀林声的触摸你的灵魂。他似乎在发光时，他正在玩。你可以看到他在玩他的家人这么好的能力感到自豪。

父亲年轻的时候，他为他的父亲在农场工作。他的父亲是一个农民和sharecropped的一个农场所有人。1950，我们全家搬离农场。父亲在当地石灰石采石场获得就业。当采石场关闭1957八月，他不得不寻找其他就业。他在邓多克欧文斯游艇公司工作，马里兰州和托德钢在点岩石，马里兰州。在托德钢铁公司工作，他被卷入了一场事故。他的工作是有棱角的铁滚使焊工更远的生产线，将它以完成他们的工作。在这特别的一天，父亲把他左手第三指捣碎的两块钢板之间。医生的手指操作不能保存它的人，和父亲只好让手指截肢。他没有失去足够的手指，它会阻止他采摘了什么，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。他觉得他无法发挥以及他在出事前。当我休假回家问他发挥他会找借口，为什么他不能玩。最终，我们会穿了他，他会说：“好吧，但是记住，我不能拨弦我用”或“这个手指出意外后，我不能发挥好”。对于家人来说没有任何区别，爸爸不能发挥好。我们很高兴他能玩。当他发挥老曼陀林，就会把我们带回一个开朗，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
被确诊为晚期肺癌。他不想接受化疗，以便他能度过自己的余生在尊严。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“好的”。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们弹奏。他老曼陀林调弦，弹了几个音。当我环顾四周，没有干眼病在家庭。我们看见在我们面前是一个安静的谦虚的人有一个内在的力量来自于神，和他一起生活在一个人的生活。爸爸永远不会再为我们弹奏曼陀林。我们感觉到他也没有足够的力量去玩，让那一天的记忆更加强烈。爸爸做的是他一生中做过的事情，给。因为生病他，他还是取悦他人。爸爸的曼陀铃！