But when Dan and I opened the door to an antique store / art gallery in Port Orford, Oregon last week, we never expected to encounter a jamming fiddler and guitarist. We listened as they finished up their song and then I went out to the car to retrieve the girls. They were tired from our hike up Humbug Mountain and were more interested in the games on their iPods than a boring-to-them antique store. I explained that they should hear the musicians in the shop and they agreed to come inside.
When we entered, I introduced Madeleine to them as our fiddle player. Their eyes lit up to see a young fiddler and they started asking her what tunes she knew how to play. The guitarist found a fiddle for her to play and tuned it and handed it to her. She took it, somewhat reluctantly, and they soon agreed upon a song to play.
They let her take the lead, the guitarist providing the rhythm and the fiddler playing harmony to her melody. They played three songs together and Madeleine, my introverted daughter, was so much more comfortable playing music rather than speaking, as usual. To hear these strangers playing beautiful music with my daughter, with the difference in their ages at least two generations and barely a dozen sentences exchanged between them was a lovely experience.
Madeleine has had the wonderful opportunity the past year to learn music from a teacher and musician who is able to teach her traditional Celtic and American tunes in such a way that she doesn’t need the music in front of her in order to play it. For her to use her instrument to speak so beautifully to all of us who are fortunate enough to get to listen is such a gift and seems to suit her old soul perfectly. And like many treasures one might find in an antique store, this was definitely one-of-a-kind.