Ernest Shepherd, my great great grandpa, was born into a large, musical family in 1871.  His father and mother had joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints prior to his birth and the family moved from their home in Fawley, England to Paris, Idaho when he was six years old.  Good with his hands and with a love of music, Ernest carved and whittled his first violin from a wooden orange crate, He took a few lessons and learned to play on his own.  His daughter, Ada, remembered falling asleep in her upstairs bedroom to the sound of her father’s violin and other members of the orchestra who had come to practice for upcoming events and dances.  Ada learned to play the piano and Sunday afternoons were full of music at home while visitors came and went.  She remembered that as they played on those Sunday afternoons, “he insisted on every note being just right, always patient with me, and we loved the Sunday afternoons together.”