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Did the old fiddler win the contest?
The fiddlers name was Paul Lewis but was known to all as just "Uncle Paul"
He lived in the higher mountains way up high,where they said the trees reached the sky.
He was a short man at only five foot two but a real mountain man as everyone knew.He could make his fiddle sing like the birds in early spring. He had no wife but when he wasnt playing his fiddle he was carving toys with his olde case pocket knive.
He would carve dolls,funny animals and toys which brought the mountain children such joy. No matter how deep was the snow or how cold,on Christmas eve down the mountain he would go. He would leave on the porches a few toys in a bag to keep the poor children from being so sad.
At Coon's Creek at the fiddlers contest everyone knew Uncle Paul was the best. When the contest was over the judges brought Uncle Paul a ribbon of blue and everyone knew what he would do. "Awww" "Im not worth all that as he tipped his little derby hat." Just save it for next year he would reply as he walked away with his old dog by his side.
In church that Sunday, We all looked around but Uncle Paul wasnt to be found? The preacher shorted his preaching that day as five of us men headed on our way. It was hard climbing up to Uncle Pauls cabin and around the lake but we rushed fearing it might be too late.
As we opened his door,there was Uncle Paul laying on the floor.With his fiddle and knive by his side,sure enough our Uncle Paul had died.
We carried him down the mountain back to the church below,we had him covered with his quilt to keep off the snow.
He was placed on a table past the front row and his fiddle where it would show.
People came from miles away hearing Uncle Paul had pasted away.
The next day, he was placed on the church's hill while people of hundreds stood still. The crys and tears fell in the snow,it was hard for us all to let him go. Children with his carved toys that was so neat,laid them at his feet.
Mr. T.J. Parker had a box in his hand which he took 38 blue ribbons over the years he'd saved and laid them on Uncle Paul's grave.
F.L.H. 2007
This 11 1/2" X 17 1/2 " carving was deeper relief carved. It took me longer than I knew to finish him but I enjoyed creativing him and at times I could hear his music{LOL} I hope everyone thats followed him from the start till now has enjoyed viewing him. His stings on the bow,I made from sewing thread. A Carving or any type of art work has a theme or story and above is how I saw this olde fiddler! I will be posting larger picts on the Carvers Galleries. Thanks again for your thoughts and commments~
TnArtist
The fiddlers name was Paul Lewis but was known to all as just "Uncle Paul"
He lived in the higher mountains way up high,where they said the trees reached the sky.
He was a short man at only five foot two but a real mountain man as everyone knew.He could make his fiddle sing like the birds in early spring. He had no wife but when he wasnt playing his fiddle he was carving toys with his olde case pocket knive.
He would carve dolls,funny animals and toys which brought the mountain children such joy. No matter how deep was the snow or how cold,on Christmas eve down the mountain he would go. He would leave on the porches a few toys in a bag to keep the poor children from being so sad.
At Coon's Creek at the fiddlers contest everyone knew Uncle Paul was the best. When the contest was over the judges brought Uncle Paul a ribbon of blue and everyone knew what he would do. "Awww" "Im not worth all that as he tipped his little derby hat." Just save it for next year he would reply as he walked away with his old dog by his side.
In church that Sunday, We all looked around but Uncle Paul wasnt to be found? The preacher shorted his preaching that day as five of us men headed on our way. It was hard climbing up to Uncle Pauls cabin and around the lake but we rushed fearing it might be too late.
As we opened his door,there was Uncle Paul laying on the floor.With his fiddle and knive by his side,sure enough our Uncle Paul had died.
We carried him down the mountain back to the church below,we had him covered with his quilt to keep off the snow.
He was placed on a table past the front row and his fiddle where it would show.
People came from miles away hearing Uncle Paul had pasted away.
The next day, he was placed on the church's hill while people of hundreds stood still. The crys and tears fell in the snow,it was hard for us all to let him go. Children with his carved toys that was so neat,laid them at his feet.
Mr. T.J. Parker had a box in his hand which he took 38 blue ribbons over the years he'd saved and laid them on Uncle Paul's grave.
F.L.H. 2007
This 11 1/2" X 17 1/2 " carving was deeper relief carved. It took me longer than I knew to finish him but I enjoyed creativing him and at times I could hear his music{LOL} I hope everyone thats followed him from the start till now has enjoyed viewing him. His stings on the bow,I made from sewing thread. A Carving or any type of art work has a theme or story and above is how I saw this olde fiddler! I will be posting larger picts on the Carvers Galleries. Thanks again for your thoughts and commments~
TnArtist
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