An OOkalali moment:
To me, that was a beautiful high point in that concert. How wonderfully personal and inside.
My oldest son lives on Maui and has become quite an ookalali player himself (that's the way the Hawaiians' pronounce the name.)
Granny (his mom's mom) had this fine old Martin Uke from before WWII, when she lived many yrs on Oahu - there at Pearl Harbor. When she passed, my boy was given her Uke.
Now, when he and I talk by phone, he's always strumming away during our conversations. I love every strum.
Thanks for the reminder. We really are all in this together, arent' we.
The Rez
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I came to Love the Music
Before I came to Be
[Psalm 139:13]
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