Uke
In the fifty-one years we’ve been married, only a few possessions have followed us everywhere. There’s some sterling silver flatware, a set of china, Hank’s slide rule, one surviving Pyrex mixing bowl, and some jewelry. Those few things, and the ukulele. The ukulele had performed magic before, after all, starting with me. About thirty-five years ago, my son Ben was home sick from school. I was teaching kindergarten that year, and he called me in the small building where I worked. “Hey Mom, did you know we have bats?” He continued with the story of how he happened to be in the attic looking for the bats, something about bat
