Dad will definitely play the mandolin Zhang Bao with the same translation 2018.6.6

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He's the best string player in our town. He didn't know sheet music, but he could play it just a few times. In his youth, he played as a musician in a small country band. They often play for local dance parties and occasionally for the local radio station. He often told us that he had applied twice and got a position in a band with Percy Klein as the lead singer. He told his family that he never went back after being hired. Dad was a very religious person. He said that there were a lot of people who were drinking and cursing on the day he was hired, so he didn't want to be in that environment.

Occasionally, Dad would take out the mandolin and play it for the family. We have three children in our family: Trisha, Monte and me. My name is George. We often sing together. Songs include "Tennessee Waltz", "Harbor Lights" and "Around Christmas", as well as the famous "Silver Bell Playing". "Silver bell, silver bell, it's Christmas in the city. The singing echoed throughout the house. That favorite hymn of Dad was "The Old Cross." At a very young age, we have learned hymns. When he played and sang, we would sing along with him. Another song that our family often shares is "David Crockett" from the Walt Disney series of songs. Dad only heard this song twice, and he was able to play it very skillfully.

"David, David Crockett, King of the Wild Frontiers" is the family's favorite song. He knew we all loved the song and the show, so whenever the show was over, he would pick up the mandolin and play.

I never understood that although he couldn't read music, he could listen to it a few times and play this song so well. I love singing, but I've never learned to play a mandolin. So I regret it to this day.

Dad knew we loved to sing, loved to hear him play the piano, and was always enthusiastic about playing the mandolin for the family. That's how he is,

As long as he can bring happiness to others, especially his family, he is always willing to sacrifice his time to play for everyone. Seeing his family live happily with him is his greatest wish. It wasn't until I grew up as a man and had children of my own that I really realized how much sacrifice he had made for us.

I joined the U.S. Air Force in January 1962, and whenever I came home from vacation, I would ask my dad to play the mandolin. No one plays a mandolin like Daddy. He can touch your heart with the tone of that old mandolin. He seems to be glowing as he plays, and you can feel how talented and passionate he is when he plays for his family.

Dad worked for his father on the farm when he was younger. His father was a farmer who paid grain rent for those who owned property. In 1950, our family moved away from the farm. Dad got a job at a local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August 1957, he had to look for other jobs. He has worked for Owens Yachts in Dundalk, Maryland, and Todd Steel in Pointefrox, Maryland.

While working at Todd Steel, he had a major accident. His job is to place the angle iron on the conveyor belt so that the welder can continue welding on the production line. On that unusual day, the index finger of my father's left hand was smashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not suture the wound. Dad had to have his fingertips cut off. Although he can still pick up things with his fingers, it seriously affects his playing of the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin again. He felt that he could not play the piano as he used to. When I came home from vacation and asked him to play, he refused with the excuse that he had a finger injury. Eventually, we provoked him, and he said, "Okay, but remember, I can't hold the strings the way I used to" or "I can't play as well since this finger hurts." For our family, it doesn't matter if Dad plays well or not. We just hope he's happy. When he played the old mandolin again, it was like bringing us back to the happy and good times we used to have. "David, David Crockett, King of the Wild Frontiers. It was like the song echoing again in that small town of Beckton, West Virginia.

In August 1993, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer and could not be operated on. He chose not to undergo chemotherapy so that he could live the rest of his life with dignity. About a week before he died, we asked Dad if he could still play the mandolin for us. He tried to make excuses, but anyway, he said, "Okay. "He knew it might be the last time he played for us. He tuned the old mandolin and played it a few times. At this time, I looked around and the eyes of the whole family were moist. We see the quiet and humble man in front of us, who has lived with us to this day, but who has an inner strength to see God as the Lord of all things.

Dad will never play a mandolin for us again. At the time, we felt that he didn't have enough strength to play anymore. This makes our memories of this day even more profound. Dad did what he did all his life, and that was giving. Even though he was sick, he was still giving happiness to others. Dad can definitely play the mandolin!

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