Her Own Long Gown

Close-up photograph of the f-hole and bridge of a violin.Although she was a poor person in a poor time, my grandmother played the violin. Hers was passed down from mother to daughter and mother to daughter again. Music drew my grandparents together. He sang and played the piano. They married in Salt Lake City and moved to Oakland, where he tried to start and run a used record store. She auditioned for Oakland’s orchestra. The orchestra wanted her as the second chair but required she provide formal wear, her own long gown. My grandparents did the obvious thing, the thing anyone would do, and dyed her wedding dress black.

 

Stephen D. Gibson’s work has been nominated for Pushcart Prizes and Best Microfictions. It has appeared in Vestal Review and elsewhere.

Art Credit: Ajay Suresh

One Response to “Her Own Long Gown”

  1. Meg Fox says:

    Having played violin with orchestras for years, I absolutely love the wonderful ending.

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