My grandmother, in front of the family’s pawn shop on Beale Street. About 1970. Memphis, TN
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Wish I had a time machine to go back and buy all the Martin guitars in there. I’ll bet they had some good ones.
Awesome pic
My grandmother spent her whole life in Memphis. When she died, my father gave me the money she had in her bank account. She wasn’t a wealthy women and it wasnt much. I was going to save that money. But, after her funeral, my wife snd I rented a room at the Peabody, and partied our way through Beale St. in her honor. I miss her a lot and thanks for giving me a chance to think of her.
I bet she met many soon to be famous musicians. And bought and sold many instruments from them.