Love the thread idea,
Lynn! :cheer:
I'll chip in with what I've got about mine....
Around the mid 90s, after I'd borrowed someone's spare guitar for a few weeks and decided I was enjoying plinking around on it, I decided to buy one. I was stationed in Montgomery, Alabama at the time and picked a music shop almost randomly from among the Yellow Pages listings (pre Google). The guy there was well versed in talking complete n00bs through the purchase process, and he helped me pick out a relatively inexpensive (just under US$450 if I recall aright) starter guitar that was still better than a pawn shop beater and that, to my tender ear, sounded great. I thought it looked pretty cool, too.
Here's a recent picture of it; the only alteration in this image from the original is the added strap button on the neck:
I alluded to some "turbulent times" in another thread; well, in the late 90s I ended up in Upstate New York with essentially no possessions but what I could cram into my hatchback, and the guitar was one of the things that made the cut. I went through what pictures I have and this is the oldest I could find of it and me together. This from my (second) wedding, August of 2000. Those are my new brothers-in-law, who'd played as a duo in the local area for many, many years. We had hired a DJ for the reception but everyone thought it would be cool to have Sterling Thomas (their stage name) play a set and have me join them. I did two songs, my first (and only) experience playing in front of people. This was "Peaceful, Easy Feeling" by The Eagles and they played it as a nod to it being one of the only songs I knew all the chords to.
I think I already posted this one elsewhere, but since it fits the narrative here 'tis again. This was after I retired from the military, on the front lawn of my brother-in-law (the one far right in the pic above) during a family gather. I'd taken to bringing my guitar and some printed chord sheets with me when we went places, just in case there was some spare time I could spend playing.
Then...I started my own business and began the slow death spiral into overwork and burnout. The guitar was forgotten, gathering dust in a corner.
Until the past few months, when I realized I needed something to keep me from slowly killing myself and that music would be a wonderful balm. I found you guys, rekindled the love, and here I am. Also, here she is, my Grand Old Dame, in her latest incarnation as an acoustic-electric and still sounding great:
Mark