I came across this item in some family “junk” that we were cleaning out this week.
A No. 132 Hohner Marine Band Harmonica, in its original case. This item is a keeper, not because I play it, but because of the story.
My grandmother passed away when I was in college, right before I was leaving for a summer abroad, so when her home was cleaned out, I was 6000 miles away. A few boxes were put in storage in some other property. Several years later, that property sold, and as a young adult, I came home to help my parents clean out the storage. In a chest, we found this harmonica. At the time, my mother was, I suppose, in her late sixties. She grabbed the instrument with delight and began playing. I won’t say that she was the most talented harmonica player I had ever heard, but she was the best I had ever heard in person. The most amazing thing, though, is that I had never ever heard her play or heard her mention that she had played.
Just a reminder that we never quite know another person as well as we think we do!
WIP—acreage still expanding