I was fiddling around with the big grand piano in our formal dining room, and I got to thinking.
Music is a big part of who we are as Plumbs.
It started with my grandmother, I think, and has gone all the way down the line. My grandmother was Jamie Jolina, and when she wasn’t treating patients down at Sacred Spleen she was rocking out with her guitar, to the delight of her artist and writer friends. My sister Savannah says if she weren’t a doctor she might well have made a career in music.
I found this old worn picture of my mother as a sock hopper girl, again with a guitar.
There is my grandmother again in the old farmhouse, with my dad listening and watching.
And of course, dad performing for none other than the Reaper himself.
Here’s an older picture of my brother, who now sadly is deceased.
Savannah, though she won’t admit it, has musical chops of her own.
Then there’s me. Guess I couldn’t help it. Especially given the fact that it was drummed (pun intended) into me at every occasion. That was the day I’d gotten my electric guitar and I thought it would be cool to show it off.
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