Babbette

This is my violin. She was my mother's, a gift from my father, which was kept in a closet for 40 years until I begged to resurrect her. She is a Vuillaume copy, pre-WW1, maybe early turn of the century...I doubt older. She had been drastically modified some time in the 50's, her red finish rubbed out, and had machine head tuning pegs instead of the traditional pegs. I fixed that, among a gazillion other things and she is just delightful.