Never Too Late!

I was 76 when I first picked up a violin. I’d read that exploring new hobbies keeps the mind sharp and is suitable for “the aging.”
That’s not why I started playing. Not at all. I started because decades ago, my Mom told me I couldn’t. With six kids in the house, she could handle so much noise, and a screechy violin wasn’t part of it. So, I took nine years of piano. It was okay, but it wasn’t the violin. I’ve always been stubborn. And I’ve always loved the way a violin looks and sounds.
About a year ago, I summoned all my courage and went to the local violin store. They were used to dealing with beginners, albeit younger than me. I left with a rented violin and the idea that watching YouTube videos was the way to go. Turns out the violin is a challenging instrument. After weeks of trying to hold the violin and bow without dropping it, I put it on a shelf where it languished.
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