Last Updated on July 13, 2022 by Roff Graves

This memory was inspired by an email from an artistand fiddler  in Texas, Harold Rains—.I was born and spent my early years in Texas–My dad loved the fiddle, tho he often referred to it as his violin. sportfogadás bónusz befizetés nélkül He never really played well but when he got mad at mom he would go into his room, lock the door and start playing his violin. nem mukodo sportfogadas Fond memories—olRoff

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