The next couple of entries in this journey are a couple of songs that are distinctly attached to my early childhood. My mom was a music major for a bit in college (go figure, right?), and she could play the heck out of a guitar. There was a repertoire of songs that she would sing to me, but a couple of them really stood out. This entry's selection is one of them:
To this day, when I hear this song, I think of the guitar my mom used to play that she stripped and stained herself. At one point, she also had a 12-string that she played, and I still love the sound of a well-played 12-string guitar. For a bit, this song was even her ring tone on my phone when she would call.
The other part of this chapter comes Monday, so check back!
Rob
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