英语四级六级培训课程

My Father – 父爱无边

时间:2022-6-23 作者:仁爱英语网

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad’s favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn’t lose enough of the finger where it would sTOP him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn’t play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can’t hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can’t play as good". For the family it didn’t make any difference that Dad couldn’t play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one’s life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn’t have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

我爸爸是个自学成才的曼陀林琴手,他是大家镇最棒的弦乐演奏者之一。他看不明白乐谱,但假如听几次曲子,他就能演奏出来。当他年青一点的时候,他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们在当地舞厅演奏,有几次还为当地广播电台演奏。他常常告诉大家,自己怎么样试演,怎么样在佩茜?克莱恩作为主唱的乐队里占一席之位。他告诉家人,一旦被聘用就永不回头。爸爸是一个非常严谨的人,他讲述了他试演的那天,不少人在喝酒,咒骂,他不想呆在那种环境里。

有时,爸爸会拿出曼陀林,为家人弹奏。大家三个孩子:翠莎、蒙蒂和我,还有乔治一般会伴唱。唱的有:《田纳西华尔兹》和《海港之光》,到了圣诞,就唱脍炙人口的《银铃》:"银铃,银铃,城里来了圣诞。"歌声充满了整个房屋。爸爸最喜欢的其中一首赞歌是《古老的十字架》。大家非常小的时候就掌握歌词了,而且在爸爸弹唱的时候,大家也跟着唱。大家常常一块唱的另外一首歌来自沃特?迪斯尼的系列片:《戴维?克罗克特》。爸爸只须听了两遍就弹起来了,"戴维,戴维?克罗克特,荒野边疆的国王。"那是大家家最喜欢的歌曲。他了解大家喜欢那首歌和那个节目,所以每次节目结束后,他就拿出曼陀林弹奏。我永远不可以了解他怎么样能听完几遍后就能把一首曲子弹得那样好。我热爱唱歌,但我没掌握怎么样弹奏曼陀林,这是我遗憾到今天的事情。

爸爸喜欢为家人弹奏曼陀林,他了解大家喜欢唱歌,喜欢听他弹奏。他就是那样,假如他能把快乐奉献给其他人,他从不吝啬,特别是对他的家人。他一直那样,牺牲我们的时间和精力让家生活活得满足。爸爸的这种付出是只有当我长大成人,而且是有了我们的小孩后才能领会到的。

我在1962年1月加入了美国空军基地。每当我休假回家,我都请求爸爸弹奏曼陀林。无人弹奏曼陀林能达到像我爸爸那样的境界,他在那古老的曼陀林上抚出的旋律可以触及你的灵魂。他弹奏的时候,身上好像能发出四射的光芒。你可以看出,爸爸为能给家人弹奏出这样美妙的旋律,他是多么的自豪。

爸爸年青的时候,曾在农场为爷爷工作。爷爷是农场用户,要向农场合有人交纳谷物抵租。1950年,大家全家搬离农场,爸爸在当地石灰石采石场谋得职位。采石场在1957年破产,他只好另觅工作。他曾在马里兰州登多克的欧文斯游艇公司上班,还在马里兰州的洛斯的托德钢铁公司上过班。在托德钢铁公司上班期间,他遇见了意料之外。他的工作是把有棱角的铁滚到搬运台上,如此焊接工才能作进一步加工来完成整个工序。在那个特殊的日子里,爸爸的左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢铁中。大夫对手指施手术,但未能保住那只手指,最后爸爸只好让大夫把那手指的指尖给切除去。那个手指并没完全丧失拿东西的能力,但却影响了他弹奏曼陀林的能力。

事故后,爸爸不太想弹奏曼陀林了,他感觉再也不可以像以前弹得那样好了。我休假回家请求他弹奏曼陀林,他以种种借口讲解不可以弹奏是什么原因。最后,大家软硬兼施逼他就范,他终于说:"好吧,但记住,我拨弦再也不可以像过去一样了。"或者会说:"这个手指出意料之外后,我再也不可以弹得像过去那样好了。"对于家人来讲,爸爸弹得怎么样并没分别,大家非常高兴他终于弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀林,就会把大家带回昔日那些无忧无虑的幸福时光。"戴维,戴维?克罗克特,荒野边疆的国王"就会第三响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。

1993年8月,爸爸诊断得了不适合动手术的肺癌。他不想同意化疗,由于他想体面地过完他生命最后的时光。大约在爸爸过世的一周前,大家请求他能否为大家弹奏曼陀林,他说了不少借口,最后还是答应了。他了解这可能是他最后一次为大家弹奏了,他为老曼陀林调弦,弹了几个音。我环顾四周,家人个个都泪水满眶。大家看见在大家面前是一个安静的、谦虚的人,以生命最后的力量,用爱的力量支撑着。爸爸再也没足够的力量弹奏,这使大家对那天的记忆愈加强烈。爸爸做着他一生都在做的事情:奉献。即便生命已走到了尽头,他却仍尽力为他人创造欢乐。没错,爸爸肯定还能弹奏曼陀林的。

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