The setting sun gently caressed two of my ukuleles hanging on the wall in the music room. The brown ukulele came from Moorea, near the island of Tahiti, and was made by a local using wood from a family-owned island nearby. It sounds as lovely as it looks, and brought pleasure to many locals with whom it was shared. They knew the builder and were delighted at the chance to play it.
The banjolele came from a store in Gainesville, Florida and was purchased with money given as farewell gift when I retired from the VA clinic in Ocala. I had been generous with my ukulele music and with donations for other’s departures, and they were very generous to me in return. I miss them.
Two different ukuleles rest in the soft sunlight, and they come with very different appearances, and sounds, and with very special memories.