‘Detail at South Truro’/gunther
By Arthur H. Gunther III
(also on Facebook)
There is music in this old house, though there is no electricity — disconnected decades ago. There is no radio, no record player, no iTunes. In fact, there are no people.
But once, even before electricity, there was much music. Fiddles, banjos, carved wooden sticks offering the cadence of Irish/Scot heritage but in a new land. So, added notes.
And there was the music of children, the best sounds in any home. And the whistling of the father as he whittled, a respite from the long day’s hard work. The women had their tunes, taught by mothers whose mothers taught them — music with a survival rhythm, deep graciousness, and reference to the glory of the Kingdom and what follows lifelong nurturing, endurance.
The house is empty now for it is no longer a home. Yet the music that helped make it so echoes and echoes and echoes..
The writer is a retired newspaperman. firstname.lastname@example.org, Facebook messenger.