The winter fiddle project is finished. Instead of cleaning every nook and trying to "restore" it, I decided to leave all the gunk and grime. It came by that grime honest. It's ~100 years old, has been played, left in attics and trunks, and moved more times than I can count. But it's still here. And all that gunk was along for the ride. So, I figure it's got a right to be here.
Here it is.
Here's an early shot of this fiddle in action. I'd give anything to be able to pull up a step and listen to this jam session.
And here's a recording of my grandpa playing his other fiddle in 1967 with a still shot of this fiddle.
