I spent my childhood hidden behind a violin. I played in my first year of college and decided it was time to do something different.
It only made sense that my daughters would pick one up as well, but they both quit once they entered high school. This violin went into storage and when I went to retrieve it for the Project 52 assignment, I opened the case only to discover that all of the glue had disintegrated in the Pacific NW humidity.
A sad day to say the least, this violin belonged to my great uncle in Colorado. It had been around for years and years.