Wednesday, November 9, 2011

wordless wednesday

My dad started playing the guitar when he was 7 years old, and played for the next 40 years until a stroke left him paralyzed.  My dad taught me to play guitar, something I wish I had kept up with but it wasn't very cool back in the 90's so in junior high I stopped practicing.  I can still play a few mean chords if necessary though.

Music was such an integral part of our home growing up.  My dad would play his guitar and make up silly songs and I'd watch him play in church on Sunday mornings.

Bean has started teaching Miss Rose some guitar basics.

I love this.