Last night after dinner I went to a birthday party for one of our new residents. That's me, attempting to play something that sounds like Happy Birthday. I do love my uke, but mostly strum to my own beat, pausing, hitting the base, anything to make some bit of music.
I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Ukulele Birthday with Greased Pole Stories
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I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
I rolled to a neighbors door and practiced first. They were both out, so I wasn't bothering anyone or embarrassing myself. I picked a string. WAIT. What was that echo I heard? I listened...nothing. I hit another string, there it was again.
The noise was coming from the pooch inside that apartment! He had perfect pitch. "Ewok, Ewok, " I called. And he whimpered. I forgot about their adorable dog. Ewok and I are buds.
The party was great fun. My favorite part was listening to old stories. One guy told his earliest memory was at age 3. He was at a fair and older boys were attempting to climb a greased pole. Later at home, he watched his dad cut down a tree and he was certain that a pole was going to be made just for him! He remembers his disappointment vividly.
Another recalled his paper routes. It all reminded me of hearing my Aunt Vi's old stories. Her paper route story was when she saw the paper boy running and shouting. She wondered what the fuss was about, as he got closer she heard, "The Titanic Sinks!"
There is nothing better than sitting around sharing stories.
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