This is first instrument I ever played: About all I know for sure about this Mandolin (back left) is that it's older than I am.  Somehow the scent of old books and breezes through a screen door is embedded in the wood.  It takes me to my GrandDad positioning my fingers on the fretboard.  My Great-grandparents dancing to a mountain tune. I remember glorious music...

... and me burying myself in a pile of coats and musical instrument cases like a playful puppy. It's a fair analogy of how I was musically immersed at pretty much every family gathering.

The love of books I got from by GrandMom - and her determination that I learn music "properly".