I teach a brother and sister at Karate Job; the older brother is one of my special needs students, and his younger sister is quiet and fierce. Their grandparents moved to Southern California to be close to their grand-kids. We got to talking one day, and it came out that they are from a neighborhood close-by to where my dad grew up in Hawai’i. We chat every time they come in. Once I brought my ukulele in to practice before class, and the grandfather mentioned that he teaches Hawai’ian guitar, and is looking for students. Then he took my ukulele and played a little tune. He said he’d bring me a songbook, and he did.
It’s from the 1950’s, so it’s pretty beat-up and racist in some places, but the songs look simple so I thought I’d share.