Sharky the Fiddle Player

I got a treat in the mail today.  My cousin Carolyn had called a month or so ago and told me that she had some pictures she wanted to send me of my dad and mom, and us kids when we were small.
The pictures of momma and daddy were taken during the war when he was stationed in Florida before being shipped out to Germany and France.  There was one that brought tears to my eyes.
During my years of growing up at home, my dad played guitar and sang ( apple did not fall far from the tree).  His dad had been a banjo player.  But my dad also played fiddle.  I never knew until the pictures fell out of the envelope today.  There he was sitting on the steps playing the fiddle.
Wow, I have never missed him so much since he passed.  Tonight I share that photo with all of you.
My dad Sharky, the fiddle player.