The old man sat on the front porch almost every day along about the shank of
the evening.This was his favorite time of the day when the chores were done
and everything was quiet, even the katydids. He often called his little son to
bring his mandolin so he could play on it. It was kept in a special place and no
one was allowed to touch it. The little boy felt great pride in bringing it to the old
man. The old man played the mandolin quite well. It was rumored he even
learned to play some classical. He preferred to play other tunes and sometimes
he would invite other musicians to come over and play. They wouldn’t let the son
come in and listen, he had to go to bed. He was put to sleep many times by a
song about an old man named Joe Clark. The son was fascinated by the
mandolin and often asked his dad if he could play it just once. Each time the old
man refused, thinking the boy might drop it. The years rolled by and during that
time things changed. The old man came on hard times and had to pawn his
mandolin. The son left home to fight in the big war or seek his fortune. He never
knew his father had gotten rid of the mandolin. He never lost his desire to play
the mandolin and
finally learned how and became a highly successful professional, known far and
wide. He often thought about the mandolin his father had. Years later he returned
home for a visit. Not realizing the number of years that had passed.
All that was left was the old run home place. This made him even more
desirous to learn what happened to the mandolin. He wandered around town to
see if any of his old friends were still around. As he was visiting the stores he
wandered into the old pawn shop. Being the musician that he was, he inquired if
there were any old instruments available. They had two or three. Nothing
spectacular. Then the old man said there was one more on a shelf in the back.
Someone had brought it in many ears ago and it had slipped his mind. He got it
down from the shelf, dusted off the case and opened it. The son was
flabbergasted! Laying in the case was the mandolin that he used to bring to his
father. He was overjoyed and almost brought to tears. He made arrangements to
purchase it and returned home. Upon arriving, he immediately called the
members of the band together. They arrived and began playing. He was
overjoyed to play the mandolin and later wrote a new tune, “The Prodigal 5”
Like the prodigal son, the long lost Lloyd Loar A-5 had returned.

Written by Tut Taylor
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