RasmaSandra
Ages ago just before WWII, there was a young medical student in Riga, Latvia who had a passion for the violin. Nothing wrong there however he played very badly and thought he was very good. When the occupation of Latvia came and the Russians moved in people began fleeing the country.
The medical student made sure to bring his violin with him. In the DP or Displaced Person camps in Germany a humorous story began circulating about how they could have kept the Russians out of Latvia. Simply by having this medical student stand on the border between Latvia and Russia and play his violin. The horrid sounds would keep everyone away.
This is so funny! Thank you for the smiles.
This is a very fun story. Importantly, he believed in his playing.
the carpenters said “it doesn’t matter if it’s good enough for anybody else to hear, just sing, sing a song. Or in this case, just play the violin!
there is no greater love than to continue trying no matter what.
He was still playing in NYC and often at his home parties to which my parents were invited only this time with his wife accompanying him on the piano and luckily she could play very well Doc
the love of music rises above the reality of talent! I have a good voice, but my love was playing piano, I am not good, but I still play!
Cute story. Hope he died thinking he was a great violinist
His life was not very happy but did include a wife and two children. When he died I know that he thought two things he was a great violinist and a great doctor