I recently acquired my father's old guitar. Photos show it after I cleaned it up a bit. It most recently was held by one of my cousins, and I finally had the opportunity to bring it home with me. This is one he bought cheap back in the day to replace a nicer guitar that was ruined by a sibling, so I am told. I so clearly remember him playing this guitar and singing (my, I wish I had his singing voice!) back in the 1960's. My parents would have the occasional dinner party and after dinner, and plenty of wine, dad would pass around song sheets and everyone would sing a bunch of then-old songs. And sometimes dad would play the theme from Batman, to which I zoomed around the house like I was some sort of super-hero. Such fun memories and sweet to have his old guitar.