Goodbye Guitar

We’ve been trying to have a clear out. I’m a bit of a hoarder so it’s hard. My old guitar is a case in point

I got it for Christmas one year when I was a child. I’d had piano lessons but thought that guitar was a much cooler instrument to play. Although I tried, I never got away with it. My hands are small and I don’t have a lot of movement in my left wrist so I struggled with the frets, even though the guitar was only 3/4 size. I did get a feel of the basics though: how to tune the guitar and so on, which has stood me in good stead for learning the ukelele, which I find so much easier: the neck is smaller and there are only four strings to think about. I still find some ukulele chords virtually impossible to play, but I improvise and somehow it works and I enjoy it.

For much of the time I was growing up, the old guitar became little more than a fancy dress prop for various family members. Remember that scene in A Shot In The Dark when Inspector Clouseau is making enquiries at a nudist colony, wearing nothing but a strategically-placed guitar? I remember my brother re-enacting that with my guitar. Hilarious!

A generation later, our son learnt how to play ukelele at school and then picked up my guitar and taught himself to play that. He graduated to the full size guitar he got as a birthday present and has become a lovely player, although seldom outside his bedroom. It was wonderful that the old instrument got a new lease of life, but since Son outgrew it, it had been gathering dust so it was time for it to go. I advertised it on our street Facebook page and quickly got a reply from a neighbour. She arranged to pick it up today and I left it by the front door for socially distanced collection.

I downloaded Marie Kondo’s book “The Art of Tidying” a while ago when it was on special offer. I probably wouldn’t have done so otherwise, but I wanted to see what the fuss was about. I found some of the techniques useful but a lot of it was a bit to extreme for me. Getting rid of items that no longer “bring you joy” is hard enough, but the idea of thanking those things for their service and saying goodbye to them, seemed very weird to me, but I suppose that’s exactly what I’m doing here, paying tribute to my old guitar as it leaves for its new home as it helps another person learn to play. Goodbye old guitar!

Do you find it difficult to shed old possessions?