Fingerprints
Tracing steps
My favorite part of the guitar, is a part that wasn’t restored. On the back of the neck, the black paint is worn away to expose the natural wood underneath. These paths of wear represent the hours Julia and family (likely my dad at some point) spent with their hands on the instrument. It has been a joy to let my fingers wander those same paths continuing the history.
My First “Egerdahl Guitar Summit”
This is the only photo I have of me with Grandma Julia. For very different reasons, neither one of us could speak when we met. By this point, Julia had suffered a major stroke that robbed her of the ability to speak. For my part, I didn’t know any words yet. Communicating around these obstacles as best we could, I’d like to imagine that we traded some knowing glances and a few “nods of understanding” with regard to being a six-string slinger.
Grandma Julia & Guitar
HAMARØY, Norway
Circa 1910