I'm so glad it wasn't drums.
This past weekend Madeleine made her First Communion. [Yes, I'll get to that eventually. Her dress was white and gorgeous and made by my aunt.] Saying the Mass, coincidentally, was the same Irish priest who officiated at our wedding. This was the celebration of the sixty-fifth anniversary of his ordination.
He also, to start his homily, pulled out his harmonica and played a few tunes because that's been one of his hobbies since he was ten or so. Like I said, he's Irish. [No, I don't remember him doing that at any Mass before his retirement.]
What did my five-year-old son whisper to me?
"Mom, I want a harmonica."
I took him out that afternoon, to the dollar store [Gentle Reader, can you say "cheap plastic Chinese imports?"] and found a package with three of them. They work, sort of, but you have to blow really hard and they don't work at all when you inhale. Like I said, cheap plastic Chinese imports.
So Daddy finds a set of seven for a bargain. They arrived today via Bob the Mailman. I have a happy little boy in my living room right now. Now all I have to do is figure out how to play recognizable songs on the things, or at least help him to do so.
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3 Comments:
You should tell that priest about the impact the harmonica had...I will bet he'd love it!
While he learns you will have the opportunity to free souls from Purgatory.
Kasia--I've called to get the priest's address so I can drop him a note. I think you're right--it'll make his day.
Sister--It could have been worse. Guitars, violins, and drums are louder; flute or clarinet would be more expensive and require lessons. Besides, even when all of the kids are playing them, it's pretty tough to make bad screechy noises on a harmonica (see violin, above). Not to mention those others are all a lot harder to store!
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