Blog archives for April, 2010

Today is Easter, and normally I am not a poet, but I wrote this today…..

I went to the place my folks are laid to rest

flowers as far as the eye can see

some living, some never dying

but my hands were empty, no flowers I brought

It’s not a place often I visit

for a promise to Dad once I made

not to bring flowers, for here he is not

the other side of Jordan – to Glory he has gone

I heard the LORD say as I entered this place

“why do you seek the living amongst the dead?”

Mom used to say “only a shell you see”

for the body with fail, but the spirit lives on

Resurrection Day is today, this is the day

not reliving the death, but celebrating the lives

once lived before us, as tales once told

and holding on to that Blessed Hope of our Resurrection Day

—–Lana Exline

4/4/2010

Here's the actual business card.

Ok, so I am not real good at keeping the “BLOG” rolling, so to speak.  Forgive me. 

So if you have visited the website, www.masterhandmusic.com/musiclessons and take a look at the Background page, it will basically cover the answer to the question “why name the studio Master Hand Music?“.  Basically. 

But if you haven’t visited that page, here’s the reason.

My Dad’s brother made a living in luthierie making violins/fiddles, some guitars, dulcimers, yard gizmos that spin, etc.  He was indeed a true woodworker.  He in fact was said to have made a guitar for Elvis back in the day.  I have never seen a picture, nor read, nor have found factual evidences of the sort, but it is possible.  My uncle, Ed Exline, lived in Verona, MS literally just down the road from the infamous birthplace of Elvis.  (If it is in a museum somewhere please let me know, I would prize that information). 

Uncle Emmitt also, amist the many he made, “built” (as he used to say) a fine violin for President Carter, with the official Presidential Seal hand carved on the top of the back.  Now, this one is not a fathom, I actually with my own two eyes have seen this instrument.  At the time, and perhaps is still the case, there was a monetary limit to what the President is able to accept.  So, the instrument was insured very heftily and sent back to my uncle.  Hmmm, wonder where that one went to.

In any case, my uncle had labeled his “shop”  The Master Hand Violin Shop.  So, really it was a no brainer to sort of borrow the name.

Next post I will talk just a little more about that.