I recently pulled my old Gibson guitar out to try out a song for Vacation Bible School. My children were stunned. They had no idea I could play the guitar.
In reality, I was terrible. I was rusty and the steel strings were killing my fingertips.
But they thought I was a total rockstar. Finn told friends at the pool later that week "my mother has a hidden talent....she plays guitar so well!"
This guitar is one of my prized possessions. I own three, but this is my favorite. My father purchased it in the early 1970s in Harvard Square (he attended college in Boston). He passed it along to me when I was in college and taking lessons, and my nylon-stringed Sigma wasn't cutting it for the jazz guitar class. It's such a treasure to me!