When I was five yeas old, my mother bought me a white, plastic ukulele with rainbow colored strings. On the box was a picture of Arthur Godfrey. My mother learned three chords and three songs so she could teach them to me. One day she told me, 'The secret to the uke is in the strum.' I think she was on to something.
When my mother died, my sisters and I found three ukuleles when we were preparing to sell her house. It made me a little sad. She must have been playing secretly for years. I wish I had known.