{"id":926,"date":"2017-01-20T15:54:19","date_gmt":"2017-01-20T22:54:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ukuleletonya.com\/blog\/?p=926"},"modified":"2017-01-20T15:55:00","modified_gmt":"2017-01-20T22:55:00","slug":"make-that-a-double-november-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ukuleletonya.com\/blog\/2017\/01\/make-that-a-double-november-2015","title":{"rendered":"Make that a double! (November 2015)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Not many people are lucky enough to have one Moore Bettah Ukulele. But (and don\u2019t hold it against me) now I have two!<\/p>\n

And, best of all, my second is an ukulele as delightful and seemingly \u201cmade just for me\u201d as Number One. And the acquisition was just as serendipitous.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s how the stars aligned:<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mark and I travel to Hawaii once every year or so. Usually in November. Last year we brought my Moore Bettah Ukulele<\/a> back to Chuck and Bonnie for a one-year checkup. Well, that was the reason I gave, but a checkup wasn\u2019t really a requirement. A nice time relaxing with friends in the best part of Hawaii was the reason.<\/p>\n

So why not do it again this year?<\/p>\n

Okay! Let\u2019s burn through some of those Hawaiian Airlines miles we\u2019ve been accumulating with this year\u2019s purchases and go see Chuck and Bonnie and absorb all the goodness and relaxation (and mosquitoes) that Opihikao has to offer\u2026<\/p>\n

<\/a>

The sunrise view from our room near Waikiki.<\/p><\/div>\n

This year\u2019s trip began with a quick stop on Oahu for two days. I had a hula lesson (read about it here)<\/a> with Kanoelehua Miller<\/a>, who started Hula Studio<\/a>, a digital magazine for those who enjoy hula and\/or want to learn more about it. The ukulele take-away here is that the dance Kanoe taught me is a hapa haole song from 1936 by Johnny Noble, \u201cPretty Red Hibiscus.\u201d<\/a> It’s important for you to remember that part.<\/p>\n

On a Tuesday morning, we left Honolulu for Hilo. A quick lunch at Caf\u00c3\u00a9 100<\/a> (oh, I love Loco Moco and theirs is one of my new favorites now) and then a stop at the KTA for food.<\/p>\n

By the time we reach Pahoa, we\u2019ve decided we didn\u2019t buy enough water, so we stop at the market there, too. Chuck calls, asking if we\u2019re close. Hearing we\u2019re in Pahoa at the grocery store, he asks us to pick up a packet of stamps so he can send out some new string combos he\u2019s having people \u201ctest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Okay then: Water. Stamps. We got \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcem.<\/p>\n

<\/a>

Bonnie, at work in her shop.<\/p><\/div>\n

<\/a>

Chuck doing a bit of a polishing tune-up on my “Palm” Moore Bettah Ukulele. Yes, big grindy-looking thing. Lots of noise. Potential for harm seems high–so I don’t watch…Mark took the picture.<\/p><\/div>\n

Before checking in at our cottage around the corner from Chuck and Bonnie\u2019s place, we drop by to see them. Koa greets us with loud barking and Bonnie isn\u2019t far behind\u2014her hugs and sunny smile erasing every travel discomfort from the past few days. We\u2019re here. Did you hear my sigh?<\/p>\n

Sips from icy lilikoi lemonade refresh us even more as the four of us catch up on things. \u201cWant to see what\u2019s happening in the shop?\u201d Chuck eventually asks as we sit outside in Chuck and Bonnie\u2019s kitchen and dining area that\u2019s suspended in the leafy crotch of a mango tree.<\/p>\n

How could we not?<\/p>\n

On a workroom shelf are two ukulele cases. Both are latched closed, the lids hiding the secret goodness inside. The annual exhibition of the Ukulele Guild of Hawai\u2019i is just a couple of weeks away and, as he opens the first ukulele case, Chuck tells us he has a special project or two he\u2019ll be unveiling there.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve heard of the phrase, \u201cMy jaw dropped.\u201d Right. But have you ever really seen it happen? If you\u2019d been in Chuck\u2019s workshop that day, you would have observed it. Twice.<\/p>\n

Mark and I are speechless as Chuck lifts out the ukulele masterpiece he\u2019s calling \u201cWailelele, The Waterfall.\u201d<\/a> Bonnie stands aside, her smile lighting up the room as she watches Chuck gently caress the inlaid marvel.<\/p>\n

An island beauty (on the headstock) cups a trickle of water in her palm and it splashes down, tumbling into a waterfall which passes by a jungle of Hawaiian plants lining the neck before ending its journey in a tranquil pool (down where the neck of the instrument meets the body), where another lovely lady bathes, the waterfall cascading over her head. And every detail is inlay, from each splash and bubble to every green leaf and pebble.<\/p>\n

Umm\u2026did I mention that this is not only a scene recalling Gauguin\u2019s best but is also an eminently playable instrument? It sounds amazing.<\/p>\n

<\/a>

Yep. That’s really what it looks like in Chuck and Bonnie’s neighborhood.<\/p><\/div>\n

We are astounded. No other word for it. Mark asks to hold it and Chuck obliges, a bit reluctantly, like a mom with a precious newborn. Totally understandable.<\/p>\n

The next case holds another ukulele that, if we hadn\u2019t seen Waterfall first, would have also been jaw-dropping. But our jaws had already been dislocated with the first one\u2026<\/p>\n

This one, \u201cThe Lo\u2019I<\/a>\u201d isn\u2019t as ornate as \u201cThe Waterfall,\u201d but the inlay work is equally artistic and detailed. And it sounds equally as good.<\/p>\n

Chuck gently latches both cases down again then nods towards the other room in his shop, the place where I\u2019ve seen \u201cfinished\u201d ukuleles in the past. We walk in. Four ukuleles line the wall. One is a repair (Ouch! That really happened in an overhead compartment while the uke was in a Reunion Blues bag??? Maybe it\u2019s time to switch out my own RB travel case for the Chuck-recommended Oahu case) and three are finished and displayed simply, just waiting to be held.<\/p>\n

So I hold\u2014and strum\u2014them all!<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a milo and bearclaw spruce with a golden headstock and two with slotted headstocks, both koa.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre any of these for sale?\u201d I ask Chuck. He waffles a bit. \u201cMight be\u2026.might be sending one off to Andrew (of TheUkuleleSite.com) for an auction.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>And that\u2019s it. But that\u2019s how it is buying an non-commissioned ukulele from Chuck. There\u2019s a lot of luck involved, some translating the meaning of what\u2019s being said and then some waiting. All the time, of course, while I\u2019m thinking, \u201cCould I really have another ukulele from Chuck? Do I deserve it?\u201d and, finally, \u201cUmmm\u2026can the budget\u2014and my husband\u2014get behind such a purchase?\u201d<\/p>\n

Talking to Chuck the next afternoon at the Warm Pond (ahhh, yes, the Warm Pond; I smile just remembering the relaxing water that\u2019s not too warm and not too cold\u2014and the little fish that nibble at your toes), he shares that the milo\/spruce was sent off to Oahu that morning, destined for an auction at Andrew\u2019s place.<\/a><\/p>\n

One down.<\/p>\n

The next morning we enjoy breakfast with Chuck and Bonnie (I share a hula with them after a great breakfast which included Chuck\u2019s seasoned eggs and Bonnie\u2019s delicious no-oil banana nut muffins). Chuck wanders out to the shop and I peek in to find him wrapping the final bit of packing tape around a very-ukulele-shaped box.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis one is heading off to England,\u201d Chuck says.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s two down.<\/p>\n

I peek around the corner to the \u201cfor sale\u201d wall and there\u2019s the repair ukulele and one other. When I see which one it is, I sigh happily.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>My favorite is still waiting there, its richly-ribboned koa glimmering in the light. An unfolded red hibiscus angles across the headstock. Red purfling is set off by the ebony fretboard; the fretboard markers are a red-dyed maple burl. And, even under my untalented fingers, this ukulele sings the sweetest sound\u2014rich in the promise of opening up even more in years hence, yet already so full that the lightest strum rolls the sound around me like gentle thunder.<\/p>\n

<\/a>The red hibiscus seems to speak to me. I recall the new hula I learned just a few days earlier from Kanoe, \u201cMy Pretty Red Hibiscus.\u201d<\/p>\n

And I smile when I think of my dad, who died in 2013. He and Mom had spent their early married life on Oahu pre-statehood. The two always had a strong connection to Hawai\u2019i (Dad wanted to call me \u201cLeilani\u201d but Mom thought, living on the Mainland, that in high school the boys might joke about the name, as in \u201cLet\u2019s go\u2026\u2019fill in the name\u2019\u201d so she forbade him from naming me that). Dad was an unconventional soul and enjoyed tucking a red hibiscus behind his ear whenever they were in Hawai\u2019i or at a Hawaiian-themed event. And he really enjoyed the smiles he received when he wore that red hibiscus. Over the years, I\u2019d given him several gifts featuring a red hibiscus.<\/p>\n

But this red hibiscus ukulele isn\u2019t mine. Not yet at least.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this one available?\u201d I ask, tapping its golden body softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot sure. Might be,\u201d Chuck answers cryptically.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>

Dad–flaunting a red hibiscus<\/p><\/div>\n

Sigh\u2026 There\u2019s only one day left before we leave. I\u2019ve checked the budget\u2014and with hubby\u2014and all is a \u201cgo\u201d for this purchase. But it\u2019s not clear whether it\u2019s for sale or not. It\u2019s up to Chuck.<\/p>\n

We clean up the cottage, pack our bags and bid a sweet aloha to our little Hawaiian hideaway the next afternoon. Once again we drive through Chuck and Bonnie\u2019s gate, but this time Koa recognizes the car and we\u2019re greeted by a wagging tail, no barks.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a flurry of hugs and thanks and promises to visit again and stay in touch over email. I look wistfully over at the shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think there\u2019s an ukulele that\u2019s for sale?\u201d I ask Chuck one last time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you know, I think there just might be one there waiting for you,\u201d he smiles.<\/p>\n

And there is. And it\u2019s my favorite. And Chuck knew that all along\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Follow up: Mark\u2019s been learning to play a bit of ukulele lately and here\u2019s my wishful plan: On our next visit to Opihikao, he\u2019ll strum the chords to \u201cMy Pretty Red Hibiscus\u201d on my own Moore Bettah red hibiscus ukulele while I dance the song back to Chuck and Bonnie. And as the music floats around the mango tree, I\u2019ll be thinking of Dad and of love and of dreams that come true.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a>

Yes, I look a l little stunned. You would have been, too.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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