In his young days, my father Cyrus acquired a cello. He approached the conductor of Liskeard orchestra with the intention of joining. “Let’s hear you play a tune”, said the conductor. He was on to say “OOh, you’ve got a ‘yer’ (ear) for music then” so father became a member. After many years of playing and farming, age took its toll and the cello was retired to the attic. 20 years after father died I decided it would be nice to have it played again. Barbara my wife had thoughtfully saved it in a bag. But alas, after resting there for about 50 years the joints had unstuck and it was in pieces, so with the help of a stringed instrument master I set about restoration. He sold me a bow, leant me clamps, gave me a set of strings and resin, procured rabbit glue, and fitted a sound post. Tuning was achieved with the help of the computer by entering ‘cello’ on google. Now, I hope that I have a ‘yer’ for music!
Originally posted by David Tamblyn 19 August 2008