Saturday, June 16, 2007

Harmonica


My daddy had a little cage
With music hiding inside.
Twas flat and thin, not very long,
And only one inch wide.

The music tucked inside was shy;
To get it out, you blew.
Daddy blew and out it came;
That’s how I knew.

He scooted the cage inside a box
And stored it on a shelf.
He said when I was big enough
I’d play it by myself.

Daddy whispered to the notes,
“Come out now, don’t be shy.”
The music slipped out through the holes,
A lullaby.

(Adapted) Janice Jones

I never learned. Someday I will. Thank you Dad for the memories.

6 comments:

Ellen said...

Love that photo. I hate to ask, but did you take that one?

I have very few memories of your dad playing the harmonica. My Grampa played, though, and I was enthralled whenever he made music with his harmonicas. You could become Amelia's favorite uncle, for a while, if you learn even a simple tune.

Lynn said...

As a kid, I was always amazed that Dad just picked up the harmonica and played it. Dads are amazing that way I guess.

Reflections and Ramblings said...

I remember Uncle Bob playing the harmonica at family gatherings and in church. Thanks for the memory - I still miss him!! Bev

phil said...

Yes, I took the photo. That was actually one of Dad's. His name was engraved on it. I couldn't get the right lighting so it doesn't show.

Dad and G'pa Morehouse had a gift. Music by ear. They could hear a song and then just play it. Especially G'pa. I wish I had inherited that gift.

Bonnie said...

I sure wish that video or even sound recording had been available and we could hear Dad sing and play today.

phil said...

I don't know for sure what happened to his old reel to reel tape recorder. It may be in the attic. If it is, someday I will dig it out and see if there are any tapes that I can recover somehow.