On the good days, my mother would haul out the ukulele and we'd sit around the kitchen table - it was a cardboard table with a linoleum top - and sing.
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As I try to get around with a guitar, a banjo and a suitcase of high heels and dresses, I treasure that little ukulele.
My Portuguese uncle had a Portuguese version of a ukulele. The family would pull it out after dinner and play Portuguese folk songs on it. I couldn't wait for him to finish so I could get my hands on it. I was seven or eight years old. And he used to have a Fender amp in his house and an electric guitar. I would spend hours making sounds.
I had a ukulele when I was much younger. I have no idea what happened to it but I think that was part of it, just being inspired and wanting to try to play an instrument that, to me, sounded beautiful.
If everyone played the ukulele, the world would be a better place.
When I was five my parents bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I quickly learned how to play it with my father's guidance. Thereafter, my father regularly taught me all the good old fashioned songs.
I actually first picked up an ukulele before I picked up a guitar.
I had a ukulele when I was about seven. Then I started playing around with the mandolin and the banjo.
There's something about the ukulele that just makes you smile. It makes you let your guard down. It brings out the child in all of us.
Even as a kid, I'd have a recorder, and I'd lean it up against a TV and record 'I Love Lucy.' I loved hearing the audience laughing. It was really exciting to me.
I bring my ukulele everywhere I go, play a little music in the park, always have it with me.