I had a great Uncle John who used to hand make fiddles. He died when I was around 6-7, he still had an out house. Any way no one in our large family had one. One of my current patients knew my uncle, and his son had one of the fiddles, He brought it to me. Now it's not anything to look at but knowing where it came from and how it was made makes it look beautiful. Some times you find wonders in the least expected places.
