Granddaddy could whip out projects in minutes that take me hours to make. He died a couple of years before I was born, but the works I’ve seen have been impressive. I betcha he didn’t bleed nearly as much as I do! His fiddles were beautiful, though I never had the opportunity to hear them played. I don’t know where they are now. Aunt Gerry is the last one who might still have an example, but if she does, I’ve never seen it.