This post reminds me of my father's gift to me of the joy of music. He played the ukulele but knew only two songs. Still, he played them perfectly. And every time he performed them he was in utter joy. His joy was infectious when it came to music. It rubbed off. :).
This post reminds me of my father's gift to me of the joy of music. He played the ukulele but knew only two songs. Still, he played them perfectly. And every time he performed them he was in utter joy. His joy was infectious when it came to music. It rubbed off. :).
This post reminds me of my father's gift to me of the joy of music. He played the ukulele but knew only two songs. Still, he played them perfectly. And every time he performed them he was in utter joy. His joy was infectious when it came to music. It rubbed off. :).