This picture has always been one of my favorite. This is how I remember my "Pa," fiddling in the front yard. He didn't care if he had an audience. He didn't care if he got paid or if anyone knew his name. He just had to make music. Fred Price was a man of few words, but his music was a language all its own..Through it, he showed us how to find the most extraordinary beauty in the ordinary. He taught us to value the living of life, the human connections, to value the land, and the praise for the Creator that is the making of music and art. He lived and died a poor man by society's standards, but he and all who knew him were rich beyond measure
Nobody I knew had a camera back then, so if not for a professional photographer, this image wouldn't exist. In researching for the new mural, I was fortunate enough to find the name of the photographer behind it: Michael Mauney. Mr. Mauney was kind enough to talk with me about his work, which he is still very much involved in. He took this picture as part of a story for Life Magazine, He remembered the experience and remarked that Fred Price was one of his favorite subjects. Mr. Mauney was as kind as he is talented, and a true artist. You can see his work at www.michael mauney.com.