After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good" For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well We were just glad that he would play When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia
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