I have, but I think it was only very loosely related to yours.

I first started playing the guitar in 1952. While at the University of Washington, I was going with a lovely young woman named Claire. She had recently heard a singer named Walt Robertson sing at a party, and his singing sparked an avid interest in folk songs. She mentioned to her grandmother that she planned to buy a guitar, and her grandmother said she had a guitar that she hadn't played for years—it was in its case in a closet—and Claire could have it. It was a parlor guitar: spruce soundboard, rosewood back and sides, mahogany neck, and ebony bridge and fingerboard. It was stamped inside (under the sound-hole) "Made by George Washburn," with another stamp that said "Ladies' Model." Claire's grandmother said that her husband bought it for her around 1900, and commented, "I'm sure it's very good. He paid fifty dollars for it" (which, in 1900 was a lot of money!). The bridge had to be re-glued and reinforced, but other than that, it was in excellent condition. Fitted with a set of light-gauge silk and steel strings, the little guitar sang out again, sweet and mellow. Beautiful little guitar! Claire showed me how to play G, C, and D7, and a few days later I bought a very cheap but halfway decent plywood guitar and set about learning to play it. But Claire's guitar felt and sounded so nice, I knew it was real quality. A month or so later, I heard Walt Robertson in concert, and that changed my life.

Claire's guitar looked exactly like THIS, except that hers didn't have a pick-guard.

I wonder where Claire is now. I wonder where the guitar is now.

Don Firth