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A Young Boy Remembers

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"All the Worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts." William Shakespeare

A Young Boy Remembers - The best Guitar Player I Never Heard!

I still remember that summer day. It was hot, almost stifling in my Grandparent's modest living room. Out of boredom, I had picked up my Aunt Jeannie's guitar and was idly fooling around with it, picking the third string once, and then sounding the second string twice. Those two notes sounded like something I had heard my Aunt play. At that moment, my Aunt Jeannie walked through the living room. Instead of being upset at me for fooling around with her guitar, she smiled in amusement, at what I was doing, and then made me an offer that would change my life forever.

"Josh, how would you like me to show you some chords?"

"Sure, that would be great!"

"Okay, I'll show you the G chord, the C chord and the D chord. Then, if you can play them for me, when I come out to the country next weekend; I'll show you some more chords."

That day my young life changed forever! Long gone was my summer boredom. Replacing it was sore fingertips and an overpowering desire that seemed to propel my will to learn the guitar. I eagerly absorbed everything my Aunt Jeannie had to teach me. From then on, the guitar would become my constant companion in all of my travels.

Within a few months to my delightful surprise, people were starting to ask me to play the guitar for them. My first thought was, 'Aw, they're just being nice to me.' After a while though, I finally accepted the wonderful fact. I could entertain people.

New Guitar Player in town

"Josh, Mom just told me you heard me singing on the radio down at Mr. Byrum's the other morning. You mean the old guy invited you in?"

"No, I didn't go in, but Grandma let me go down so I could listen to you guys. When you sang your number, I could hear you all the way out to the road. Mr. Byrum is so hard of hearing he has to turn his radio up real loud. So standing all the way out on the road, I could hear you clear as a bell.

"Boy! You guys really sounded good."

"What did you think of the lead guitar player?"

"Heck, Aunt Patsy, I think I play almost as good as he does."

"Josh, you probably do. But, let's keep it our secret. I don't think this guy would appreciate being shown up by a 14 year old kid," she laughed.

"Anyway, too bad you didn't get a chance to hear Cecil Mundy."

Cecil Mundy? - Who is he? I don't think I ever heard of him."

"Well, my little Nephew, for your information...Cecil Mundy is...I should say was... the best Guitar Player to ever hit this town."

"Aunt Patsy, What happen to him?"

"Drafted! The Army took him last month.

"And, my favorite Nephew, if you're lucky... someday maybe you'll learn to play the guitar half as well as Cecil Mundy plays, "my Aunt Patsy said, giving me that little understanding smile of hers.

The legendary Cecil Mundy though gone...is everywhere

At home later that day when my father came in from the fields I was on him before he could even wash up for supper.

"Dad, have you ever heard of a guy named Cecil Mundy?"

"Oh, you mean, Cecil Mundy the Guitar Player that used to play in the same group as your Aunt Patsy.

"Well... yeah... Son, I was in the room where they were broadcasting. Your Aunt Patsy introduced us."

"Dad, do you think if I work at it, I'd ever be able to play as well as him?"

"Well, Son, I don't know. You see, Cecil Mundy just seems to have a natural talent. Too bad, he was drafted. He's a nice friendly guy. Who knows, if he was still here, he might even show you some stuff, if you ask him."

By this time, I'm trying to figure out why everyone in my family except me seems to know about Cecil Mundy.

The Barbershop Surprise

Early next Saturday morning my Mother insists I go for a haircut while she did her grocery shopping. I loved going there because the shop was always filled with local farmers. Being a young boy, I liked being around all those grownups and listening to them talk farming, politics and the local 'goings-on.' My turn in the barber chair came much too soon.

"Well, young Josh," Earl, the Barber greets me, "The usual."

"Yeah, I guess."

"You know," Earl, informed the other patrons, "This kid is quite a guitar player."

"I'm still learning," I said, feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention. Several of the farmers that I knew, though; nodded in agreement with Earl. Still somewhat uncomfortable, I could not help basking in a little bit of the limelight.

"The Kid probably plays good, but I guarantee you he's no Cecil Mundy. Now there was a guy who could really play the guitar," one of the men laughed.

"Josh, have you ever heard of this guy Cecil Mundy?" Earl asked.

"Yeah," I could only agree, my moment of glory over, "no one plays as good as Cecil Mundy."

So, that's how it went all through the World War II years. There was always someone to take the wind out of my sails and keep me humble. I grew sick and tired of hearing about Cecil Mundy. How good old Cecil played. How I could never play that good... At the same time, I felt guilty as the dickens for resenting him, since he was away, over in the Pacific serving our country.

The Return of Cecil Mundy

Finally, World War II was over. All the guys were coming home. Every few days more Cousins, Uncles, and friends would come back to us. To say we were thrilled to see them, and them to see us, would have to be the all time under statement.

I remember that day as if it was only yesterday. I had been plowing corn with our John Deere tractor all day. Coming into the house that evening I notice a strange car parked at our place. I didn't think too much of it, probably just someone visiting my folks.

"Josh, there's someone here to see you," my Dad said, with that amused little smile of his that told me there was definitely something afoot. Walking into our living room, I saw a guy I did not recognize sitting on our Couch. I knew he must have just been discharged, because he was still wearing his Army Eisenhower Jacket. His warm smile washed over me. It was as if he knew me, but I had no idea who he was.

"Josh, this is Cecil Mundy," my Father said, "He's come over here to see you. He'd like to hear you play."

My knees suddenly felt weak. I was dumbfounded. I could not believe it! The guy I had heard so much about, and had so much admiration for was sitting right in front of me on my folk's sofa.

"Everybody tells me you're about the best guitar player in these parts," Mr. Mundy said, in his warm soft Southern voice.

"Not anymore," I responded, finding my voice, "You're home now. Everybody has always told me you're the best guitar player they have ever heard. I can't wait to hear you play. Let me go get my guitar."

"Smiling in what I thought was an odd way, Cecil said, "Well, I'm a little out of practice. I really come over just to hear you play."

"Son, why don't you play something for Mr. Mundy? He's come all the way over here to hear you. Go on now, play something for him"

'He's probably out of practice since he hasn't played for a long time,' I thought. Not wanting to embarrass the man I had come to look up too I went ahead and played some stuff for Cecil.

"Josh, they were right. You are a good guitar player," Cecil said smiling in that warm kindly way he had about him.

"Boy, Cecil, I sure would love to hear you play something. Even though it's been a long time, I'll bet you still play ten times better than I do," I said, trying to cajole him into playing something.

"Josh," Cecil said, still smiling that warm smile of his, "I don't play anymore."

A feeling like a piece of cold winter ice stabbed me right in my heart. Thoroughly confused, I blurted out, "But why not? Everybody says you're the best guitar player they ever heard."

"Because I can't play anymore," he said, his eyes for a moment seeming to take on an aura of sadness. "Because of this." he added. Then he smiled again.

Holding up his left hand, I saw two of his fingers were missing. His index and his middle fingers were just stubs. Any one who has ever played the guitar knows the significance of that.

I felt as if someone had hit me in the stomach. Up to that moment in my life, I had never felt such sadness as I felt upon seeing this sweet Southern guy who had lived to play guitar, now without those two precious fingers so necessary to create the guitar sounds that everyone had loved and remembered.

I was devastated. Even at 16 years old, I wanted to cry.

Perhaps at that moment I saw the real essence of Cecil Mundy. Seeing the shock and sadness on my face, probably my eyes were moist as well, he smiled that sweet smile of his and sought instead to comfort me by saying, "Josh don't feel sorry for me. Soon as my fingers are a little better, I'm going to take up the Steel Guitar. I'm sure I can hold the Bar well enough to play. I'll be back playing in no time."

A little later that evening, Cecil Mundy passed out of my life. Taking his leave from my folks, he lingering for a moment to talk to me. As I walked him out to his car and he prepared to drive away he rolled down his window and with that soft warm smile playing on his face said, "You know, Josh, in another year or so, you'll be better than I ever was."

"Cecil, no one will ever be better than you were," I insisted. Then with a little wave of his hand, he drove slowly out of our driveway, onto the State Highway, finally passing from my sight and out of my life forever.

A little later in our comforting sweet-smelling old hayloft a sixteen-year-old boy on the threshold of manhood finally released the tears of sadness he had been holding back.

Epilog

The young couple strolling along the tree-lined streets of a Southern city up in the mountains looking ahead spotted a solitary figure walking toward them.

"Edwin," Sally said, "Isn't that the old guy...you know, the one that lives in that Brick house on the corner."

"Hey, yeah, let's ask him about that music we keep hearing every time we go by his house. Maybe he can tell us the name of the Artist and we can go out and buy some of his CD's.

"Hi, Josh, How are you? Could we ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Well, sometimes we hear some really nice guitar music coming out of your house when we walk by. Could you tell us the name of the Guitarist? We'd like to buy some of his CD's."

The old man laughed. "Edwin and Sally...I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but what you're hearing is just this 74 year old man practicing his Arrangements."

"WOW, no kidding?" Sally laughed a look of mild disbelief in her eyes.

"You know...your playing is good enough to be professional," Edwin said.

"Well, kids, if you think I play good, you should have heard Cecil Mundy."

"Who's he?" they both asked.

Smiling an amused tolerant little smile the old man said, "Just an old friend. You might say he was the best Guitar Player...I never heard. But...that's a story for another time."

The End

Thank you for reading my story. I do hope you found it enjoyable. If you can spare the time, please don't forget to vote. Your vote is much appreciated, and your constructive feedback is always welcome.

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jacko33jacko33over 11 years ago
What a great simple story

That's a life time. There is a chance coming and going. Your story is very simple but great. I love to read it. Thank you for this great story.

Quiet_NY_TechQuiet_NY_Techover 13 years ago
Very nice

A very nice recount of your youth (if autobiographical). A gentle nostalgia which leaves one with an ache in their heart. Excellent weaving of sweetness and sadness.

fantasex13fantasex13almost 19 years ago
Fantasex13 Good write!

I really enjoyed this story. It was intense and really interesting. You write well, and your paragraphs are not too long. A few maybe,but not bad. I think you have great potential. And will go far.

romparounderromparounderalmost 19 years ago
Esoteric and lovingly written

Simple story, lovingly written

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
Great

I loved your story!

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