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She just sort of smiled and went on with the lesson while I was just quiet then.

But an interesting follow up. Probably a dozen years or so after the month of lessons I had with her, I’d moved, and turns out she has family in this area and moved up here too. She is a part of the larger musical community I’m in. My music buddy (who is a newer fiddle player) was telling me what it was like having her in a jam. He would start a song in a tempo he could manage, but then after a bit, she would basically take the tempo away from him and play it faster than he could have a hope of playing.
Hard to figure; impatience? Show-off? Clueless? Anyway, feels better to be in a club than the only one.

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