What could be more romantic than a summer day, time together and a 1940s Martin tenor ukulele? That’s what the photographer evidently thought with this portrait of our son, Matthew, and his wife, Danielle, celebrating their 7th anniversary. And yes, the plumeria flower over the left ear means Matt is “taken.” Danielle says so!
Sharing aloha.
That’s what Pineapple Jam did recently when they helped Paradise’s Craig Memorial Congregational Church celebrate its 134th birthday.
Fourteen of us—including a few who just learned to play earlier in the summer at our Ukuleles of Paradise meetings—provided the event’s Hawaiian-themed entertainment. We had six practices ahead of time (a lot for us) and it paid off with lots of smiling faces in the audience that night.
Ah, Oahu. Land of pineapple and sugarcane.
Okay, not so much these days.
But it certainly is Valhalla for ukulele players. Especially those looking to add a four-string lovely to their instrument stable.
But that wasn’t the only reason why Mark and I visited the island known as “The Gathering Place” (or is that just a tourist slogan?). There are other things to do on Oahu. Things beside search out ukulele shops, play multitudes of koa (and other) delights, talk story with ukulele players even more passionate about ukes than I and just absorb the island ukulele vibe.
Well, sure there are. But the ukuleles are the best part.
And, this visit, I knew I’d discover a perfect second ukulele. Yes, “second” as in just one beyond a single ukulele. You see, my little LoPrinzi soprano and I have been monogamous for ten years now; other instruments have tempted me at the more than 25 festivals I’ve attended, but none stole my heart. I figured perhaps I was simply a one-uke gal–and I was kinda proud of that loyalty.