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anaka
07-31-2009, 11:27 PM
Hey UUers!

Click to check out the official contest video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD7HbKqaE8k

We've had this beautiful Ohana soprano locked away in it's shiny new hardshell case we NEED to give it away to one of you soon! So if you're up to the challenge (or just want a new ukulele really badly) here's what you can do ...

1. Write your own "Legend of the Ohana Ukulele". Be as creative and imaginative as you want (just keep it PG, please).
2. Post it in this thread.

Rules:
- Stories must be less than 200 words. Keep it short and sweet.
- Only one entry per person (we'll count your first entry), so polish it and perfect it before you post it.
- As stated, keep it PG. Your legend should be creative, but also something that you'd be able to read to a 5-year-old without having to think twice about censorship.

Prize: Ohana SK-35 G (Solid Mahogany Soprano) + hardshell case
Deadline: August 31, 2009 (11:59pm HST)

Hawaii is filled with many myths and legends. If you'd like to familiarize yourself with the structure and style of Hawaiian legends, HERE (http://www.k12.hi.us/~kapunaha/student_projects/Legends_of_Hawaii/legends_of_hawaii.htm) are a few classic Hawaiian legends, as interpreted by 4th graders (and around 200 words each).

Good Luck - now go get your writing on!

Dirka
08-01-2009, 12:54 AM
Awesome challenge! I'm in. It's going to be really tough to stay below 200. But it wouldn't be a challenge without that, right? :D

gabzuke
08-01-2009, 02:25 AM
dang im gonna gun for that!
i need an upgrade hahah

UkuLeLesReggAe
08-01-2009, 02:25 AM
haha, mine is going to be lame as..

ukulele2544
08-01-2009, 02:28 AM
haha, mine is going to be lame as..
Lame as what? ^_^

Bratset
08-01-2009, 02:54 AM
Awesome challange!

UkeNinja
08-01-2009, 04:12 AM
Long ago, there was a lonely ukulele called Ohana. Lonely because she could make sounds that would make the gods stop doing their important godly things, but humans did not give her one look, because they still had to invent music.

One day, she sat down under a tree and weeped because there was no one to play with. A few curious birds heard her and flew over to see what was wrong. “Why are you so sad?” they asked. “I have all these beautiful voices in me but no one can make them sing” said Ohana.

Then, a flurry of wind came and made her strings sing as they had never done before. The birds looked at the strings and how the wind played them, and started to pick Ohana gently, and from that day her songs would sound even when there was no wind. The other animals gathered around to enjoy Ohana’s songs, and sang along.

Ohana learned her sound from the birds and the wind long ago. If you are lucky enough to meet one of her grandchildren today, you too can hear that beautiful voice.

Play light as the wind, and gentle as a little bird.

Dirka
08-01-2009, 04:25 AM
No fair, that's the winning entry right there! I can't compete with that :(

Srsly tho, wonderful story Ninja. Made me happy to read it. Thanks :)

gabzuke
08-01-2009, 04:41 AM
Long ago, there was a lonely ukulele called Ohana. Lonely because she could make sounds that would make the gods stop doing their important godly things, but humans did not give her one look, because they still had to invent music.

One day, she sat down under a tree and weeped because there was no one to play with. A few curious birds heard her and flew over to see what was wrong. “Why are you so sad?” they asked. “I have all these beautiful voices in me but no one can make them sing” said Ohana.

Then, a flurry of wind came and made her strings sing as they had never done before. The birds looked at the strings and how the wind played them, and started to pick Ohana gently, and from that day her songs would sound even when there was no wind. The other animals gathered around to enjoy Ohana’s songs, and sang along.

Ohana learned her sound from the birds and the wind long ago. If you are lucky enough to meet one of her grandchildren today, you too can hear that beautiful voice.

Play light as the wind, and gentle as a little bird.

looks like i have to step my game up a notch

wfwhitson
08-01-2009, 05:20 AM
Long ago, there was a lonely ukulele called Ohana. Lonely because she could make sounds that would make the gods stop doing their important godly things, but humans did not give her one look, because they still had to invent music.

One day, she sat down under a tree and weeped because there was no one to play with. A few curious birds heard her and flew over to see what was wrong. “Why are you so sad?” they asked. “I have all these beautiful voices in me but no one can make them sing” said Ohana.

Then, a flurry of wind came and made her strings sing as they had never done before. The birds looked at the strings and how the wind played them, and started to pick Ohana gently, and from that day her songs would sound even when there was no wind. The other animals gathered around to enjoy Ohana’s songs, and sang along.

Ohana learned her sound from the birds and the wind long ago. If you are lucky enough to meet one of her grandchildren today, you too can hear that beautiful voice.

Play light as the wind, and gentle as a little bird.

WOW! That was so cool, really enjoyed reading.:bowdown:

Trenchcoatangel
08-01-2009, 06:19 AM
darn I missed it,oh well, think I'm gonna submit one for fun anyways ina day or so

Lori
08-01-2009, 06:22 AM
My entry:

In the early days, music played all the time. It came from a enchanted boat floating in the sea.
One day, there was a really bad argument between the sea and the sky, about who was the best and the strongest. There was a very bad storm. The poor little music boat was caught in the middle of it all, and was smashed to bits.

The music stopped.

Everybody was shocked! All the animals and people had always heard the music, and now it was gone! They were all very, very sad.

Little bits of the music boat washed onto the shore. There, the animals and people gathered up the splinters and solemnly buried them on the tallest mountain.

One day a tree sprouted on the mountain and grew tall. Ukuleles started to sprout from the branches. The people were so happy, they harvested all that they could reach (these are soprano ukuleles). The ones higher on the tree were harder to reach, so they built a ladder. These had a few more days of growth, so they became the concert and tenor ukuleles. Occasionally, one was in a hidden corner of the tree, and those became baritone ukuleles.

–Lori

Patbot
08-01-2009, 07:36 AM
My entry:

In the early days, music played all the time. It came from a enchanted boat floating in the sea.
One day, there was a really bad argument between the sea and the sky, about who was the best and the strongest. There was a very bad storm. The poor little music boat was caught in the middle of it all, and was smashed to bits.

The music stopped.

Everybody was shocked! All the animals and people had always heard the music, and now it was gone! They were all very, very sad.

Little bits of the music boat washed onto the shore. There, the animals and people gathered up the splinters and solemnly buried them on the tallest mountain.

One day a tree sprouted on the mountain and grew tall. Ukuleles started to sprout from the branches. The people were so happy, they harvested all that they could reach (these are soprano ukuleles). The ones higher on the tree were harder to reach, so they build a ladder. These had a few more days of growth, so they became the concert and tenor ukuleles. Occasionally, one was in a hidden corner of the tree, and those became baritone ukuleles.

–Lori


Hahaha... I like!

FictitiousSpoon
08-01-2009, 08:13 AM
'K lets give this a shot...

Long long ago Ohana was an extremely beautiful woman. Her intense beauty was surpassed only by her incredible and melodious voice which, when she sang, rang out through all the islands. Her voice was such that, at the sound of it, even the most bitter of wars, or conflicts would cease to be.
However, not all were so enamoured of her voice, the gods were jealous of her beautiful singing. After one particularly beautiful song, the gods lashed out in a jealous rage and turned Ohana into a tree so she would never sing again. All the people of all the islands mourned for the girl and her beautiful voice. Over time though the world went back to it's conflicts and it's troubles, wars once again were waged between tribes.
Throughout all this, Ohana the tree stood still until one day she was cut down and a woodworker began to form her into something else. At first Ohana wept for having been cut down, but as the woodworker worked she began to take shape into a beautiful Ukulele. As the luthier tightened the final string, Ohana would once again be able to sing and her voice perhaps a little smaller now but no less beautiful, would once again bring peace to all who heard it.

Brown
08-01-2009, 08:45 AM
Man the 200 word limit really killed me, had to cut a good 200 words out, hope I still get the point across. Tough competition so far but here's mine:


There once was an evil king named Kapu, who ruled every island. One day at a luau he overheard people singing that islands should be free of a king. This angered Kapu, so he banned them from his kingdom, then gathered all the ukuleles and burned them.

This was bad news for Makani whose daughter Kahoku was about to get married. A wedding without music was unheard of to Makani. He knew he would have to defy the King's law and craft his own ukelele. Makani traveled into the jungle to find the sacred lono tree, for it was believed that ukeleles carved from this tree will have magical powers. He carefully carved his ukulele, knowing that if he was caught he would be banned from the islands.

After a week of hard work he made it back to the wedding just in time to reveal his newly crafted ukulele, named Ohana. He began to play and people started dancing. This angered Kapu and he commanded his guards to arrest Makani, but they failed as they could not stop dancing no matter how hard they tried. Kapu realized music is important to family and friends and embraced it back into his kingdom.

thank you and good luck everyone!

rpagala
08-01-2009, 09:43 AM
Dang, all these stories are so good. Good job everyone. I'll try my hand at this but not now. Lol.

sophia_says
08-01-2009, 11:24 AM
One day after surfing at Waimea Bay, Kopi saw something floating ashore. After taking a closer look she realized that it was a ukulele with the word “Ohana” carved in it.

Kopi did not know it at the time, but this particular ukulele had a magical spell on it; one that could turn enemies into friends.

Kopi rushed home to show everyone what she had found. She gathered all of her friends and family at the beach where she would play her new ukulele for them.

When everyone was all gathered around the fire, she was about to play, but was cut off by another family. This other family had been enemies with Kopi’s and did not want her family at the beach.

While the families fought with each other Kopi got upset and wanted them to stop. She decided to play her favorite song on her new ukulele. Once she started playing the magic of the ukulele was released, the engraved “Ohana” started to glow and everyone immediately stopped fighting. The music cleared the air between the families and they became great friends.

Kopi was happy that her new ukulele helped her family make new friends.

UkePunk
08-01-2009, 11:29 AM
My entry....and I think my first post on UU. :)

Long ago in the days before happiness lived a jumping flea, who travelled the seas on portuguese sailers, one day arriving in Hawaii, she began jumping around and happened upon what appeared to be a miniature mahogany guitar like instrument.

The flea, somewhat taken aback, asked her name. The little piece of mahogany replied, ‘I am Ohano the soprano’. Ohano proceeded to tell a tale of sadness that she had been laughed at for her stature. Walking the beach together the jumping flea got tired, for being so small it was hard to keep up with even the tiny instrument. Ohano offered to give the flea a ride. In leaping up onto the little soprano the jumping flea bounced across the strings releasing such wonderful melodic sounds.

Soon a crowd gathered and the tunes from the little soprano spread great happiness. One day the king asked to bring the source of all happiness to the palace. The kings men brought forth Ohano. The King asked her ‘how do you bring such joy to my people’, to which the little soprano replied ‘thanks to the jumping flea’. This is legend of how Ohano and the jumping flea became known as Ukulele.



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Cheers, Dan.

linx12341
08-01-2009, 01:37 PM
Thousands of years ago, on a magical island in the southern pacific, lived a young boy named Loubay. Short stout and and always with a smile on his face and joy in his heart, Loubay didn't exactly fit in too well with the other young boys on island; an island which had no joy. Feeling all alone in the world Loubay ran away into the deep dark, Ohana forest. Loubay lost track of time and felt like he was going crazy when he began hearing strange sounds floating through the woods, sounds he couldn't help but follow. Finally reaching the peculiar sound he saw the largest tree he ever set his eyes upon. Suddenly a deep bellowing voice resonated through the woods introducing itself as the fountain of life. He told the young boy that he was the reason for their eternal life and that he would rather have them have a mortal life full of joy, than eternal life without. Then the tree disappeared and in its wake was a small instrument that Loubay called Ohana. And from then on Loubay went around spreading joy throughout the land, making and giving ukuleles so everyone could have joy as well.

JT_Ukes
08-01-2009, 02:46 PM
There once was a young girl, Kani, who got separated from her family while they were picnicking on the big island of Hawai’i. She had wondered in the forest for hours when she, exhausted, sat beneath a big old Koa tree and began to cry.

The Old Koa, touched, shook its branches, and with a voice like the wind through its leaves, asked what was wrong. Kani, still upset at being lost, told the kindly tree. “I’ve lost my family, and I can’t find them”.

“Well, well,” The old Tree said, “I think I can help you. Look in the hollow in my trunk, just above your head.”

Kani, still dazed at what was happening did as she was told and found a beautiful Ukulele.

“Play it. It will help you find your family.”

“But… how?”

“Just try.” said the tree.

Kani sat down and began to play. The sounds the little ukulele made filled the air, all the forest was still, just listening to the glorious music.

Then, from over a hill, appeared Kani’s parents, drawn to the wonderful music, and very excited to find her.

Kani thanked the tree, and named her beautiful Ukulele ‘Ohana, which means Family.









wow trying to keep it under 200 words was tough....

JT

Afish244
08-01-2009, 03:33 PM
There was a young sapling that lived between a forest and the ocean.

As this tree grew, it had many birds live in it. It heard many different songs. The tree wished with all of its heart that it could sing as wonderfully as the birds could. He prayed to lots of the gods, but they all ignored the little tree.

Finally, the tree prayed to the ocean goddess, Namaka. He got no response. The tree wept at the realization that his dream would never come true.

The next day, a terrible storm was brought upon the island. Huge waves crashed and smashed against the tree .It grew weak and fell into the ocean. It smashed into rocks. All of its leaves and branches were swept away. The tree wondered what it had done to deserve such punishment.

Once the storm was over, a beautiful ukulele was left on the shore. Namaka came down and told the ukulele that, once it was found, it was not only going to live it’s dream to sing, but it was going to bring the people of Hawaii the gift of beautiful song as well.

My first post! woo! Good luck everybody! ;)

salukulady
08-01-2009, 07:37 PM
Noelani hurried up the mountain path carrying the strange little instrument the Portuguese whaler had left behind. Ash and chunks of molten lava flew through the air landing all around her. The words her mother had spoken on her deathbed repeating over again in her head.

"Noelani, when I am gone, your first task as leader, will be to calm the wrath of Pere before she destroys all that we know. The Godess of fire is angry and must be appeased. Sacrifices have not calmed her. You must find what she wants. You must do it quickly, before it is too late for our people."

Noelani terrified at the daunting task ahead of her, climbed higher into the hills towards the volcano. The heat became unbearable and the acrid air burned her lungs. She climbed until she could go no further. She stood and played the small instrument and sang to Pere. The molten lava rolled down the mountain toward her and stopped at her feet. The volcano slept. Noelani looked down at the instrument and said, "Because your sweet sounds calmed Pere, I shall welcome you into our family. You are now "Ohana".

anaka
08-01-2009, 07:52 PM
Wow, you guys pulled out all the stops - We got some amazing entries already - and it's only been Day 1 of the contest!

Here's the official contest video (we'll probably post it on the front page later, but you guys get it first): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD7HbKqaE8k

Thanks to everyone who locked in their stories, and if you haven't posted your legend yet, we can't wait to see what you've got!

experimentjon
08-01-2009, 10:38 PM
Here's my entry:

"You'll never be anything but a poor starving musician. Why don't you go do something real with your life and be a doctor like me?" scoffed Christina. She laughed coldly. Her parents echoed her laugher.

But Andy would not have any of it. Andy was angry. Andy was ready to prove Christina wrong -- show her that he could indeed change the world with his music. Andy put on his robe and wizard hat, waved his magic wand and exclaimed magic Filipino words: "NASAAN ANG BANYO!!!" An Ohana SK-35 G mahogany soprano ukulele appeared in his hands. And as he was taught by his friend Fred, he began to play "Elephant Town."

As Andy strummed, his Ohana ukulele shot magical lasers at Christina and her parents which made them disappear. And in their place appeared ten beautiful women wearing Tina Fey glasses. And the world was suddenly filled with rainbows, and flowers, and banana ketchup spaghetti.

Andy was happy now. He smiled and started to play Aldrine Guerrero’s song, “Red and Silky” and all the ladies loved it.

The End.

Aldrine Guerrero
08-01-2009, 10:44 PM
Here's my entry:

"You'll never be anything but a poor starving musician. Why don't you go do something real with your life and be a doctor like me?" scoffed Christina. She laughed coldly. Her parents echoed her laugher.

But Andy would not have any of it. Andy was angry. Andy was ready to prove Christina wrong -- show her that he could indeed change the world with his music. Andy put on his robe and wizard hat, waved his magic wand and exclaimed magic Filipino words: "NASAAN ANG BANYO!!!" An Ohana SK-35 G mahogany soprano ukulele appeared in his hands. And as he was taught by his friend Fred, he began to play "Elephant Town."

As Andy strummed, his Ohana ukulele shot magical lasers at Christina and her parents which made them disappear. And in their place appeared ten beautiful women wearing Tina Fey glasses. And the world was suddenly filled with rainbows, and flowers, and banana ketchup spaghetti.

Andy was happy now. He smiled and started to play Aldrine Guerrero’s song, “Red and Silky” and all the ladies loved it.

The End.

LOLOLOL oh u

wee_ginga_yin
08-01-2009, 11:55 PM
Some say that Vainamoinen was the wizard (http://kantele.net/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/vainamoinen.jpg) of the great white north,
or a great magician (http://home.onego.ru/%7Ewwwfomin/eng/pict/pictures/kalevala/kalev049.html)...he certainly had the beard for it,
but what he was most famous for was singing things into
existence. If he wanted a boat he just sung it into being.
Islands sprung up (http://home.onego.ru/%7Ewwwfomin/eng/pict/pictures/kalevala/kalev036.html) when his voice thundered in song.

He always accompanied himself on the five string Kantele
which he had fashioned from the jawbone of a giant pike. (http://home.onego.ru/%7Ewwwfomin/eng/pict/pictures/kalevala/kalev039.html)
He could sing so beautifully that it would bring joy to whole
nations, and the lullabies he sung brought peaceful slumber
to the listeners. He had a song for every occasion and always
reminded his listeners not to go to their grave with their song
still in them.

Alone in the dead of winter in his wooden cabin surrounded
by snow Vainamoinen sang a new song of hope. A song to herald in the
Spring and Summer. The song he sung was Ihana (http://www2.fincd.com/index.php?txtSearch=Ihana)

The song was known throughout the universe as The great song of Vainamoinen (http://home.onego.ru/%7Ewwwfomin/eng/pict/pictures/kalevala/kalev014.html)

As he sung one of the strings on his kantele broke, and in a far
away sea, islands arose (http://home.onego.ru/%7Ewwwfomin/eng/pict/pictures/kalevala/kalev001.html), that embodied the beauty of his song,
and the people of those islands all had a four string Kantele that
they called Ohana in remembrance of Vainamoinen's song Ihana

Kiwiauge
08-02-2009, 01:03 AM
Hey everyone :D
This is also my first post here and i hope you like it. :)

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A long time ago, people all over the world were filled with greed. They didn't cherish our beautiful nature anymore and took its treasures away.
Therefore the ancestors of nature decided to save what was left and let the great Mauna Kea spit its mighty fire. The people should be punished for being so greedy.
The fire burned all plants, trees, big landscapes and houses down. All trees except of one.
There it stood - strong, confident and in all its glory as if it was its destiny.
A young student looked at it for a while and tried to catch its beauty. He looked at it in every single season. Through winter, spring, summer and autumn.
He decided to keep this beauty. The beauty of nature. It took one year until his work was done. The Ohana-Ukulele.
From now on he crossed the island and played songs for the people to teach them respect towards the nature and put them warmth in their hearts while they were listening to the noise of his Ukulele.
Until now you may hear the rain falling on the autumn leafs and you can feel the heartbeat of nature in every stroke.


:love:

Kiwi

3nails4holes
08-02-2009, 09:37 AM
One day Poliahu was competing in a holua sledding contest in the village of Kamokila. After winning her third race in a row, a Kapua whispered in the ear of Pele that Poliahu was bragging about her sledding skills. Pele vowed to humble Poliahu.

Thus began a four day battle of snow and lava that almost covered the whole island!

But Kane heard about this battle while he was busy creating a new tree called the Koa. And he raced over to the island as it shook underneath the cloud of snow, steam and ash.

He found Poliahu and Pele locked in battle and thrust the root of a Koa tree in between the angry goddesses. Immediately the tree sprang up to become a beautiful tree with flowers that transformed not into fruit but into the ukelele.

Kane plucked an ukulele off of the tree and strummed it which immediately calmed both Poliahu and Pele. With it he reminded them that we are all family—all ohana. And that the ukulele that he plucked from the tree would grow again and again. It will become the “gift or reward that came.”

That is how the Ohana ukulele came to be!
:shaka:

Trenchcoatangel
08-02-2009, 11:30 AM
Man, this was really hard to keep within 200 words! I had to cut out a paragraph about Slovi and Bokar I liked, but wasn't absolutely necessary. But got it to 200 words exactaly.

I decided to write it more akin to a traditional icelandic legend. Kinda saying, music is universal, can touch anyone anywhere, and does. I hope you all enjoy!

The Legend of Solvi and The Ohana

During the wars of the Nomadic, there was a young man Solvi son of Bokar. Solvi followed the warriors piping in battle. His song strong, telling the warrios, "We are still standing, we must push on. We must fight."

After a battle, when the carnage was too much to bear he went to the sea. There he piped his song of sorrow until the moon faded from the sky. As he was leaving a woman walked to him from a boat.

Kealoha was her name. "I have heard your song from afar, and have a gift."

It was a small wooden instrument. He thanked her, and left for the battlefield.

While piping Solvi was struck, he kept playing until his lungs could sustain it no more. He took the gift named Ohana, an played the most beautiful melodious song. The warriors dropped their steel to the ground, and smiled. Solvi played until his last breath. The warriors would fight no more, They have lost the one who brought them the gift, that was too high a price to pay.

That is how Solvi and the Ohana brought peace to the land.

mykulangot92
08-02-2009, 01:51 PM
One day on a stormy weather there was an ukulele named Ohana.One day ohana met a guy ukulele named kala.Kala asked ohana on a date at the beach.On the day of the date Kala was early excited and was waiting for Ohana.Kala was waiting for a long time and noticed there was a storm and hurricane.In the ocean there was a lot of ukuleles drowning and Ohana was one of them.Kala goes and trys to save Ohana in the ocean.Kala try his best but at the end couldnt save Ohana.Kala was hurt bad and the kala logo was missing and the empty piece was shaped like a heart.Kala later on goes back to the beach and finds a piece that says Ohana....it was shaped like a heart with the perfect fit

Beetbox
08-02-2009, 02:56 PM
In the 19th century Portuguese created what they called the ukulele an instrument designed after the guitar. Then when Portuguese sailors sailed to Hawaii the locals were amazed with the sound and adopted the ukulele as their own. One man named Kimo decided to build his own uke and named her Ohana. She was beautiful, carved out of wood he had been saving for a tiki. This wood was perfect with no flaws what so ever.
Ohana sounded better than she looked, when Kimo strummed her the world was at peace and everyone would listen to the extravagant tunes she poured into the atmosphere. Soon people got jealous and wanted her for their own, many tried to steal her since she was the most beautiful and best sounding ukulele on the planet. Kimo knew he had to try and duplicate Ohana because if he didn't she would would be taken. So he asked the gods for help and they replied "With love you can make anything." Kimo understood and became the first person to build ukuleles as a profession putting love into each one and each uke sang with love.

cocohonk
08-02-2009, 03:00 PM
Why not give it a go? Here goes:-

Long ago, there lived a ukulele called Ohana. She was a beautiful ukulele, and on the island of Uke, you can hear her beautiful music everyday. One day, the sound stopped, and the villagers became sad and somber. What happened? Ohana was kidnapped by the King who lived nearby in the island of Gui Tar, because the King wished only to hear the sounds of guitars in all of the land. Even though she was trapped in her cage, Ohana was brave, and one night she escaped and crept into the King's room and began to sing her songs of the ukulele. The King was first very angry, but then he was enchanted by the beautiful Ohana, and his anger melted away. He was sorry to have taken her away and asked Ohana if she could stay and play more music to everyone. She happily accepted, and the very next day, the King ordered a bridge to be built between the two islands. The villagers all rejoiced and lived happily ever after, listening to the music the ukulele and the guitar made together, in perfect harmony. And that is the legend of Ohana, a very brave ukulele.

bmats124
08-02-2009, 04:35 PM
Long ago, there lived a family. This family loved to play music together. One day, the older brother got in an argument with the rest of the family and left. Now this brother could play the drums so well that he could make the plants dance for him. The younger sibling, a sister, moved away too and all the animals in the ocean came to hear her sing.
But the father of the family was sad that his children had left. He became very sick. But the older brother and sister found out and they returned home to their father. His last wish was to see his family play music together again.
The brother and sister did as their father asked and all the animals and plants were so moved to hear the music that they made a gift for them. The trees gave wood and the whales gave strings which they put together to make an instrument. They gave this to the siblings and when they plucked the strings beautiful music reached the father’s ears and he was cured. From this day the instrument was known as the Ohana Ukulele for the family it brought together.
Word Count: 197

ukulele2544
08-02-2009, 05:24 PM
Hey UUers!

Click to check out the official contest video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD7HbKqaE8k

We've had this beautiful Ohana soprano locked away in it's shiny new hardshell case we NEED to give it away to one of you soon! So if you're up to the challenge (or just want a new ukulele really badly) here's what you can do ...

1. Write your own "Legend of the Ohana Ukulele". Be as creative and imaginative as you want (just keep it PG, please).
2. Post it in this thread.

Rules:
- Stories must be less than 200 words. Keep it short and sweet.
- Only one entry per person (we'll count your first entry), so polish it and perfect it before you post it.
- As stated, keep it PG. Your legend should be creative, but also something that you'd be able to read to a 5-year-old without having to think twice about censorship.

Prize: Ohana SK-35 G (Solid Mahogany Soprano) + hardshell case
Deadline: August 31, 2009 (11:59pm HST)

Hawaii is filled with many myths and legends. If you'd like to familiarize yourself with the structure and style of Hawaiian legends, HERE (http://www.k12.hi.us/~kapunaha/student_projects/Legends_of_Hawaii/legends_of_hawaii.htm) are a few classic Hawaiian legends, as interpreted by 4th graders (and around 200 words each).

Good Luck - now go get your writing on!
That was a funny video!

salukulady
08-02-2009, 05:38 PM
Yes, that video is a riot. The accent, hat, glasses, and well rounded body were right on. The guy in the video was identical to several "Uncles" I play uke with. Wonder where they found him.

evanL777
08-02-2009, 05:47 PM
My entry:

Long ago, the Earth fell into great disorder. It became cold, gray, and dull. Inhabitants of Earth no longer felt united as a family. Flowers didn’t grow, which left Earth colorless. Birds no longer sang, which caused all joy and music to desert nature.
Earth decided to make a ukulele that would produce such a beautiful sound that it would unite the world again. Earth sculpted the finest chunk of wood from the strongest tree into a naturally curved beautiful body. Then, the Earth took the shiniest metals from deep within the soil and created tuners to enhance the sound of the instrument. Then, strings were added to give the creation a deep, rich, and breathtaking melody.
The earth performed an amazing tune with the ukulele causing nature to regain its rhythm. The air became warm. The gray skies instantly became deep blue, spotted with fluffy white clouds. Birds began to sing, which prompted the flowers to grow. Finally, Earth named the ukulele “Ohana”, not only because it combined all of Earth’s elements as a family, but also because of how it united nature as a Family.

Rick
08-02-2009, 07:02 PM
I hope this is ok.

the LEGEND of the Ohana Ukulele:

There once was a young carpenter named Ohana who was the secret lover of Papa, a goddess. They loved each other more than any two could ever experience. But this love was blasphemous. But they continued to be with each other, day after day. They eventually started a family and had a son who had a remarkably gifted voice. When he sang the harshest seas would calm, the clouds would part, and the sun would shine. While the boy was out and about singing, the god's heard his beautiful voice and they knew he was Papa's human son. They struck him with lightning and he turned into a gnarled tree. Papa and Ohana saw their son and cried. She could not bring him back to life. Wanting to spread joy with their son's voice again, she made him into a beautiful mahogany tree and Ohana chopped it down and made an ukulele. When the strings were plucked, the harshest seas calmed, the clouds parted, and the sun shined. And once again, he brought joy to the world.

i love stitch
08-02-2009, 07:28 PM
Little Aleka was wondering on the pier where she heard a sound that revived her senses, this wasn’t any sound, this was sweet sweet music, passion from one’s soul played out in sound. She couldn’t stop her curious mind from wandering over to where this sound was coming from. As she searched for this beautiful music, she found an old man sitting in the sand staring out into the glistening blue ocean. He had something tiny in his hands, yet she heard such strong powerful notes escape and flow through this carved wood. Aleka asked the old man what he was holding so delicately. He did not look up, as he leaned gracefully, caressing each tender note, he kept picking with his fingers and whispered softly, “I call her Ohnana.” What an interesting little thing, Aleka thought! She sat there listening to the ukulele sing for hours, she ended up falling asleep. Later she awakened with Ohana next to her, the old man disappeared, he was done with his years of searching of finding his precious Ohana a new owner. Aleka walked back up the pier strumming Ohana, she wondered how she could share such a thing with the world. As Aleka grew old, just like the man she met 60 years back, she created more Ohanas to give out to people who deserve them, it was her destiny, kinda like the deach of the past. That is how the legacy of the Ohana came to be. Aleka let Ohana live on and never die.

702killah808
08-03-2009, 09:50 AM
i really need this uke so i can stop using my dads...so here i go


Long Ago there was a world of instruments.One day ukulele family went to play outside when the youngest ukulele named ohana scurried away to catch a butterfly. When he caught it he soon realized that he was far away from home.Ohana was very tough so he went off to find his family.The first family he saw was the guitars,But they said he wasn't loud enough to be a guitar.The second family was to drums, but ohana can't bang on himself without getting hurt.The last family ohana saw was the basses,but he was too small to be a bass.Ohana began losing hope and started to cry. then he heard voices saying "ohana!"he began walking towards the sounds as they became louder and louder!Before you know it,Ohana was home! But at that time Ohana realized that he wasn't as loud as the guitar,can't bang on himself like drums,or be as big as a bass.so Ohana's parents came to him and said,"you may not be able to be like a guitar,drum,or bass, but, the ukuleles is the most soothing and harmonic family of all.
THE END

word count:196

uke4all
08-03-2009, 11:16 AM
'K lets give this a shot...

Long long ago Ohana was an extremely beautiful woman. Her intense beauty was surpassed only by her incredible and melodious voice which, when she sang, rang out through all the islands. Her voice was such that, at the sound of it, even the most bitter of wars, or conflicts would cease to be.
However, not all were so enamoured of her voice, the gods were jealous of her beautiful singing. After one particularly beautiful song, the gods lashed out in a jealous rage and turned Ohana into a tree so she would never sing again. All the people of all the islands mourned for the girl and her beautiful voice. Over time though the world went back to it's conflicts and it's troubles, wars once again were waged between tribes.
Throughout all this, Ohana the tree stood still until one day she was cut down and a woodworker began to form her into something else. At first Ohana wept for having been cut down, but as the woodworker worked she began to take shape into a beautiful Ukulele. As the luthier tightened the final string, Ohana would once again be able to sing and her voice perhaps a little smaller now but no less beautiful, would once again bring peace to all who heard it.

IMO this is the winner right here. it gave me chills.very good writing and imagination ;)

uke4all
08-03-2009, 11:52 AM
a chief elika was determined to marry Iailene.but she wanted nothing to do with him in fear of being disowned by her family. they were from feuding families and could not be together under any circumstances. so elika went to seek counsel and came upon Iolakana-the god of music. he assured elika that everything would work out because music heals all. he did not believe,until iolakana put a wood with strings in his hands.he asked "what is this?" iolakana answered "the key to your future.it is an ohana" he strummed it and over the mountain,the wind carried the tune into iailene's ears. she was intrigued and filled with the yearning to love. elika asked if he could keep it to win iailene's heart and the god replied, "as long as you promise to continue on and fill other peoples lives with love and peace" he agreed and shortly after, they were married and he continued with his promise. he carved with his own hands, ohana's for all who desired to share in this precious gift of music.the god of music iolakana, while strumming his own ohana,looked down and smiled.

Bonehead
08-03-2009, 12:03 PM
Little Alaneo was an orphan. Each morning Alaneo would meet the sun on the eastern shore and each afternoon she would meet the sun on the western shore. At nighttime, Alaneo would play her worn ukulele to comfort the sun, as she hid from the dark. The ukulele was held together with string and glue, because Alaneo could not afford a new ukulele.

One night, Alaneo started to play, and her ukulele broke in two. She started to cry, knowing how scared the sun must be without the music. Far above, the moon heard her crying, and felt sorry for the child, and for her sister the sun. Reaching down, she called to the guardian of the forest, and he made a small, beautiful ukulele, which he laid at the feet of Alaneo, who had cried herself to sleep. When Alaneo woke, she picked up the ukulele and began to play. The music was so beautiful that the moon and sun adopted her and took her into the sky, and from then on she lived forever as Ohana with the moon at night, and the sun during the day, playing her little ukulele, which had helped her find a family.

__________________________________________

Everyone's stories have been fun! Figured I'd give it a whirl.:)

thesmev
08-03-2009, 12:41 PM
In the ancient days of Hawaii while Kane, the creator, was building places on the islands for his people to thrive. He sat and pondered how to bring his people closer together and celebrate as one. As he sat atop a tall mountain in an isolated valley he listened to the winds and rain of Lono, and heard the percussion of Kanaloa as he sent waves rolling into the rocky cliffs below. And with this beautiful symphony around him he had an idea.

Kane ventured down out of the valley to a small village of people. Here he placed a ukulele. He shared with his people the sounds that he had first heard on the mountain top. The people rejoiced and played the ukulele. Lakakane, the god of hula, heard the music and came down to the village and began to dance. He shared with them the art of Hula, and the people celebrated.

People of the islands brought with them the knowledge of song and dance to other parts of the islands, and as a people, they celebrated together. Forever they called the original ukulele the Ohana Ukulele for bringing them together as a people.

MJPHILLY
08-03-2009, 12:49 PM
Long ago there were four brother who were all musically talented. When they played music their friends and families were full of joy. Unfortunately, when they were not playing together they were busy quarreling. Partially, because they were young, but also because they wanted the admiration of their family. One day their father sent them on a journey to prove their worth. The trek consists of finding a rare flower that is only found on top of a nearby volcano.
The brother left the following morning, as they climbed the elevation they argued the whole way. By the time it was midday there was a slight earthquake. This worried the brothers but they continued, without conceding an inch to another sibling. When they reached the summit they saw only one flower. They began to fight over the flower. They became so involved in their conflict that they ignored the volcanoes eruption.
The father was heartbroken that he had sent his sons on this quest. He created an musical instrument in their honor, the “Ohana Ukulele”. The brothers are represented by the four strings that fight for their own recognition or reluctantly, can be played together with beautiful results.

N.O.uke
08-03-2009, 09:58 PM
There was once a female ukulele named Ohana. She lived in a Hawaiian ukulele store. All her friends would find people who bought them and took them far away from the busy and noisy parts of life. All Ohana wanted was a man who could be as gentle to her as the soft beach sand. Everytime someone who she did not like pick her up she would purposely go out of tune to detract attention from her. 18 years have gone by and no man to this day has been able to obtain her. Ohana always wondered why she did not meet her dream. All she ever wanted was to be acknowledged by someone. To this day she is still in her case waiting to be loved. She left her fate on the hands of Aldrine who knows that he will send her to the right man, she trusts him because she knows that Aldrine understands her desire. And so she sleeps until she arrives at her heaven.

moosenamedmorton
08-04-2009, 06:55 AM
Here goes nuthin'


In the beginning all things were still
No mountains to climb or fish to be caught
And so said Oprah Winfrey “Let the empty sky be filled”
And so from the silence came the world and whatnot

There were birds, livestock and fish to catch
And grasses, grains, legumes and protein shakes
All these things should enable some beings’ survival
They were thinking when Phil dropped a jar labeled “human race”

The accident didn’t turn out all too bad though
The humans liked the plants, animals, and protein shakes
All seemed quite peaceful In that little world below
All of the elements seemed even and in place

But as Oprah and Phil looked upon the Earth
They realized there was something this creation lacked
People were boring without signs of cheer or mirth
They just sat on recliners talking about things past

Jon Stewart said “I can make the world funny”
“Is that really gonna' solve your problem” asked Phil
“Well it’s everyones problem.” Said Jon taken aback suddenly
“Are you sure about that, Jon” inquired Dr. Phil

Then Tiny Tim and Iz came, silenced Dr. Phil, and gave the people the gift of Ohana ukuleles.

And it was good.

Wadger
08-04-2009, 07:45 AM
Many years ago a homeless man named Wadger lived a lonely life in a cave near the sea. At night the sea would come into the cave’s mouth, trapping Wadger inside.

Wadger had lived alone in his cave for so long that he could not remember what it was like to live in a house, or with other people, or to sleep on a soft bed unafraid of drowning in his sleep.

In the evening, after fishing and gathering delicious fruits from the trees nearby, he would come back to his cave, eat a small meal, and cry himself to sleep.

One night Wadger went hungry and left his food as an offering on a rock outside the cave’s entrance. “Please send me a friend – I am so cold and lonely and afraid” he said.

When Wadger awoke he felt warm and itchy, and sort of happy. His face was wet, and stinky breath was being panted onto him. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw the face of his new best friend. A dog! The sea was still high – how could it have gotten in? Maybe aliens did it.

“I will call you ****berry” said Wadger. And then he invented the ukulele and named it after ****berry’s jumping fleas and they all lived happily together as a family until ****berry died twelve year later and Wadger was alone again until he died too.

Hout en Vier Snaren
08-04-2009, 12:37 PM
Yeah... My English isn't really perfect and I had real problems with keeping my story under 200 words, so this is probably the best I can do. :)


In the very beginning a single tree was rooted near the ocean. The tree had but one desire: to make sound. To move the very air it consumes, to be heard by all other living things, so they would finally know it was alive.
Every time the waves hit the rocks near the shore, the tree listened. Every time birds sat upon its branches whistling, it listened. It remembered every note it had ever heard, hoping he could some day release them. All these sounds were embedded deeply in the tree's wood.
Then, one day, a man was looking for lumber for the coming winter. He chopped the tree down, cut it into long plates and tied them all together.
Once he arrived home, he plucked the string in order to untie the knot. What he heard was a beautiful array of musical notes coming from the wood. He immediately started to craft an object that could harness these sounds.
He named his invention Ohana, not only because that very tree had kept his family warm with its fire and its music, but also because all creatures are part of the great symphony of nature, the family of living beings.

salukulady
08-04-2009, 12:45 PM
I'm thrilled this thread is attracting so many newbies, but where are you all coming from? How did you hear about this?

Hout en Vier Snaren
08-04-2009, 12:56 PM
I'm thrilled this thread is attracting so many newbies, but where are you all coming from? How did you hear about this?

I don't know about the others, but I've been lurking on this forum for a while now, and I just figured I'd give this a shot.

salukulady
08-04-2009, 01:03 PM
I don't know about the others, but I've been lurking on this forum for a while now, and I just figured I'd give this a shot.Welcome to UU!

Trenchcoatangel
08-04-2009, 03:38 PM
Personally, I've been lurking about a month now occasionally posting. Haven't done any contests because I am lacking a cam and a uke. Hope to change that soon!:) And honestly, I enjoy a writing challenge now and again. Lol, personally took it a bit further than the 200 words, still fine tuning the longer version(~15 pages). When I get it done I'll make a PDF and post the link:)


I'm thrilled this thread is attracting so many newbies, but where are you all coming from? How did you hear about this?

dlwilson70
08-04-2009, 05:04 PM
The Legend of the Ohana Ukulele

Once, many generations ago,
the world was quiet: The wind
down the mountain
was silent; the ocean still;
the thunder had no power
to shake the trees; the forest
was a vast emptiness without sound;
the sun held sway over silence
by day, the deaf moon
a sentry by night.

Saddened by a great loneliness
of spirit, Kane, the father
of living creatures, stared
out over the forests and seas,
over the waning sun.
Resting beneath
a Koa tree, a cavernous sleep
overcame him; he dreamed
of a great light
which flooded the world;
suddenly a silhouette,
A beauty, a goddess, emerged.

She reached out
toward Kane; he pulled her from
the light. “Ohana is my name;
your ancestors have sent
me to quell your loneliness."
Ohana held a wooden
box, pineapple-shaped,
four thin vines running up a small neck.

She turned the pegs at the top
plucking each string.
“This is the magic chord,
G-C-E-A,” she said.
As Kane strummed the notes,
he came awake and the world
was flooded with sound; The wind
whistled down the mountain, the birds
sang in the forest, and Kane's spirit
was lifted like a jumping flea.

UkeNinja
08-04-2009, 07:16 PM
Did anyone go over?
dlwilson70 has done nicely with 194, I like that approach in poem form. Very refreshing!

It would be nice if some would take the time to put some layout into their story, just dumping a block of text makes it kind of hard, or uninviting, to read.

@ Hout en Vier Snaren: leuke naam!

3nails4holes
08-04-2009, 07:19 PM
i'm a newbie whose uke skills would make it unlikely that i could win any song contest that actually would require me to play something.

i've had my uke for less than a week. (can any of you long time ukers remember your early days? :) )

but this contest? i can write much better than i can play at this point! and i think i have a legitimate shot at it. i like my legend of the ohana ukulele.

i was gonna try mgm's name that uke material contest, but i got there a bit too late!

any more non playing contests are welcome by me--but i'll be challenging those others soon enough!

i'm lovin' these contests on uu! just the idea that so many ppl are so willing to be generous to challenge our skills is great!

:shaka:

Beetbox
08-04-2009, 07:30 PM
Did anyone go over?
dlwilson70 has done nicely with 194, I like that approach in poem form. Very refreshing!

It would be nice if some would take the time to put some layout into their story, just dumping a block of text makes it kind of hard, or uninviting, to read.

@ Hout en Vier Snaren: leuke naam!


I put a story into word count that had 207 words so im guessing theres more than 1. It was a good story too. Im not going to post any names because that would be a dick move. If they are really tight on the 200 word thing they will count it themselves and find out who.

dlwilson70
08-04-2009, 07:30 PM
I was going to say, according to my count, even with the title I was at just under 200. Maybe I miscounted something?

UkeNinja
08-04-2009, 08:03 PM
My message was in reply to another message that has been deleted now, so my remark makes no sense. I was complimenting dlwilson70 on his/her poem and that's it.

Please keep to the 200 word limit though. If only as a courtesy to the participants who did make the extra effort to get their text within those boundaries.

salukulady
08-04-2009, 08:25 PM
Message was deleted because the poster realized she was being overly picky about a few extra words and didn't want to appear like a competitive bitch.:rolleyes:

LindsayOfSaturn
08-04-2009, 09:03 PM
Not great, but good enough. A lot of good stories here! I dont think I will win, so it's ok, would be amazed if I did, worth a shot. Whew, 200 exactly!




There was once a boy, who made beautiful music with a ukulele, but sadly people were misinformed.

“What a cute toy guitar!” the girls would say. The boy grew discouraged, worried that his uke could not shine to it’s brightest, fullest potential. So the boy thought hard of how to make his music even more beautiful. He chose the best koa, mahogany, and rosewood, and fueled by the rage of far too many guitar comments and his love of music he crafted the finest ukulele ever built. He strings sang pure and true and the music spoke to the heart of young and old, boys and girls, musicians and non-musicians alike.

The boy played the ukulele alone for several days, hesitant to share the uke with the world, in fear it may become just another ordinary uke. When the boy finally emerged from his home, with his beloved uke in his hand strumming and chunking for all to hear. People were moved to tears, mouths hung agape, men and women cried thinking of yesteryear. And when the girls stammered “what is this thing that can exude so much beauty?” the boy gleamed with pride and said, “My ukulele, my Ohana.”

Hout en Vier Snaren
08-05-2009, 01:52 AM
Without the title mine should be exactly 200, I'm not sure if titles count though so I edited my post to cut it out. Better be safe then sorry I guess?


@ Hout en Vier Snaren: leuke naam!
Haha, bedankt! Zijn er veel Nederlandstaligen op dit forum?

e10rice
08-05-2009, 01:32 PM
There once was a young boy who lived at the edge of the sea, thousands of miles from his homeland of Hawaii. His father had left the islands at a young age, never to return again. The young boy always felt the pull of the Hawaiian Islands and the family his father left behind. When the boy was old enough, he traveled to the islands in search of his family and island heritage. He soon found and met his grandparents at a beautiful valley, but there were no words spoken by his grandparents. He had only the dirt and tombstones to talk to. Saddened by this, he cried for hours and fell asleep. He was awoken by the beautiful sound of people singing and playing ukuleles. It was his father's brothers and sisters! They all had come to greet the boy and welcome him to the islands. Soon, the boy had to return home. His family gave him an ukulele to enjoy and remember the family and heritage that exist thousands of mile from his home. He can be found today, sitting at the edge of the sea strumming his ukulele, as the sun sets into the water.

Bonehead
08-05-2009, 07:48 PM
I'm thrilled this thread is attracting so many newbies, but where are you all coming from? How did you hear about this?

I've been lurking for a while, too. Love this website...figured this was a good chance to jump in, since I'm a writer of sorts. ;)

Kiwiauge
08-06-2009, 01:21 AM
I used to get my Chords here :)
And because i'm a newbie , a new Uke would be very cool and could replace my cheap one :)

sirmadboy
08-06-2009, 12:58 PM
this is my entry evry ones done evry thing so sorry if this is the same as any one elses i hope its not any way 191 words!




:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:



The legend of the ukuleles has been passed down for generations how ever this is the most moving one.
Along time ago there lived an old man he was a very kind old man and would always give to others.
One day he was walking along the beach and from the corner of his eye he could see a very beautiful girl,
This was his most favorite girl on the island but no matter what he did she would all ways pay no attention.
The kind old man was walking though the tropical forests of the island when he heard the most beautifully harmonizing noise
This is when he saw an eagle plucking the vines of a tree. He thought nothing of it at the time. The next time he saw the girl
He noticed that she was singing, his mind lit up as he remembered the eagle, he rushed to the forest and picked up some vines and
A hollow mahogany log and went back to the beach he started playing the log and the girl was amazed and fell in love with him. The old
Mans name was Ohana.

liagiba
08-07-2009, 01:06 PM
Once, a young man named Kapono, who spreads happiness, was approached by the goddess Laka who informed him that he will become very famous.

Stunned, Kapono decided to banish anyone who spread more happiness than he in fear that Laka’s word would not come true.

With every person he banished, he became happier. One day he went to enforce his rule, but no one was there.

At that moment Kapono realized his selfishness hindered his ability to spread happiness. He shouted that he no longer wanted fame. He only wanted his people back.

As he spoke, a small 4-stringed instrument with a glossy finish appeared.

It was so beautiful that he began to play its crisp sounds as his fingers jumped about the strings like jumping fleas.

Suddenly, he turned around to the sight of his people dancing and singing. Overjoyed and amazed, he began to apologize, but was told to continue playing.

He realized that these were the people he cared about most and he only wanted to make them happy. The ukulele allowed him to accomplish both. He branded it Ohana (family) because it achieved this while Laka—the goddess of song and dance—watched on. :)

510musicmaker
08-08-2009, 01:20 AM
Once their was an orphan boy who lived all alone in the Island of Hawaii. The only thing he had is the best imagination ever!!! He decided to travel the whole Island in search for true happiness. He started at the jungle where many animals lived. One day, a big pig was chasing after a big fluffy cute dog. The boy stopped the pig by roaring like a lion. The sound from the boys voice sounded so real that it made the pig cry home. The dog was very grateful to the boy. With the boys great imagination, he could talk to the dog. The boy asked the dog if he wants to travel Hawaii with him. So both went off to the beach. The boy and the dog were having the most fun until they saw a wounded squirrel. The dog was a medical dog so he healed the squirrel fast and the squirrel joined them with their travel. As time passed, the boy met a girl. This was the first time he felt love. The boy and girl got married and they became ohana with the dog, and the squirrel. The boy found happiness in Ohana. The End!!!:shaka:

maarten66
08-08-2009, 11:36 AM
Once upon a time, there was a boy who felled in love with a beauthifull native hawaiian girl. He wants to marry her but her fathter thinks he is a poor ukulele crafter. Her father gave him the time to show that he was the best, his daughter could get. Before the next full moon the crafter needed to let see what he was worth.

To change the father's mind, he crafted a ukulele for him. He worked a long time without leaving his workshop. The moon got fuller and fuller and he did not show up already. On the last day before the full moon, the masterpiece was nearly finished. He had one thing left to do, name the ukulele. He thougt hours and hours about the name and finally he got it: The name of his fiancée, Ohana.

The crafter went as fast as he could to the father. The father took a look at the ukulele and was not impressed by it. But then, he played a few notes and they were magical. He had never heard something like that before. His only words were: 'Thank you, my son.'

pink flamingo
08-08-2009, 12:19 PM
Without the title mine should be exactly 200, I'm not sure if titles count though so I edited my post to cut it out. Better be safe then sorry I guess?


Haha, bedankt! Zijn er veel Nederlandstaligen op dit forum?

joe de manne, doe mij maar een fris pintje

maarten66
08-08-2009, 10:17 PM
joe de manne, doe mij maar een fris pintje

wel met een schuimkraag he, niet zo'n nep engels ding:p

Ken
08-09-2009, 05:25 AM
Might as well give this a shot :D



There lived a family by the sea, where the waves crashed gently against the shore. The parents hated each other and fought constantly though, breaking the natural tranquillity. One night as the winds and waves howled and kicked about with rage, their feud grew to unbearable heights.


The family's only son hid in a corner, shaking with fear. As if to comfort him, a heavenly sound reached the boy's ears. He peered into his father's room and saw an old, majestic ukulele. The wind played at the strings, tempting the boy to touch them. The boy marveled at the beautiful sound the ukulele made and started to strum and pick the strings.


Amidst the clamor, the parents stopped to hear the heavenly sound. Curious, they went to investigate. They found their ecstatic son joyfully playing the ukulele. Their son's joy reminded them of the day they fell in love, Father serenaded Mother with the same ukulele many years ago. They remembered the reason they were a family: for Love. The parents kissed and apologized to each other and their son. Peace was brought to their home.


Thus the Legend of Ohana began.
Bringing peace and love throughout the land.

CitizenSnips
08-09-2009, 06:19 AM
A lonely Ukulele sits on the shore, her strings untouched and her songs ignored.
On the shore she sat, waiting for her true love to come back.
Her love it seems had broken her dreams, and sailed out to sea without returning.
"Wait for me on this shore, I will return one day."
Words that seem to be lies, but still the Ukulele stays.

The sun begins to set on the shore, when suddenly the Ukulele feels unease.
A young girl hovers above, her long black hair swaying in the breeze.
The girl kneels down and picks up the lonely Ukulele on her knees.
“Who left you here?” the girl speaks, as she plucks the lonely Ukulele's strings.
“You sound beautiful! A dream come true!"
The lonely Ukulele thought to herself "You too!"
With a smile and eyes squinting, the girl found the perfect name.
"Ohana!" she proclaimed, the lonely Ukulele wouldn't have it any other way.

The young girl carried Ohana along the boardwalk, smiling every step as the sun further set.
The sky set into an orange red, like it usually did before the day ends.
Then the young girl bet,
"Ohana, you’ll be the greatest Ukulele yet!"

hyliangod3
08-09-2009, 09:22 AM
Centuries ago, an Ukulele sat peacefully in a cave no man would dare enter. Strange things would occur in this dark cave, unexplainable things. Over the shores of Honolulu, a storm grew heavy over one house, and this family ran for shelter as their house began to collapse. The Family unwillingly took refuge into this cave they called, “macabre cave” in this cave the family grew weary and tired, yet the young boy wanted more than just a place to stay.
“Father we will never be safe unless we find a real home.” Cried the boy while he went deeper into the cave.
Stumbling upon this strange instrument caused a smile to erupt on the boys face and the boy brought it home.
“Father, I found our home, its right here.” Flashing the Ukulele to his father, “We shall name it Ohana, like the ours it will represent our strength through the storm” his father exclaimed
For years after the family dwelt in the cave happier than they have ever been.

smithpaul60
08-09-2009, 01:58 PM
Long ago, when gods still walked among us, men spoke with music. During this time there was a beautiful young lady who didn’t have a voice. She was the most beautiful and there were many young men who courted her. However, her muteness prevented marriage as consent was given by song the evening before the wedding.

One young man, drawn by her heart, was more determined than the rest and knew that the solution was to find her a voice. He had learned woodworking from his father and knew the beautiful sound of the wood his father worked with. He also knew that the strings his mother sewed with could be stretched to make musical notes.

So he built her a voice. He made it petite, with a long slender neck and a curvy feminine body. He made it out of the most beautiful wood he could find and shined and polished it showing it the utmost care and love.
He presented it to her with these words, “I built this with knowledge of my father, patience from my mother, and love for you. Please join my Ohana.” She sang beautifully that night and was married the next day.

199 words.

ukuleG
08-09-2009, 02:49 PM
once apon a time GIVE ME THE UKULELE the end..
i like to keep my stories short and sweet, at least its short...

Mayercaster
08-09-2009, 02:57 PM
I didn't read all stories in this thread so sorry if mine resembles another.
The name 'Koma' is supposedly my name in Hawaiian, so I thought why not? :D

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A long time ago, their lived a young man named Koma. His father was a skilled craftsman who made instruments for the local people. He presented Koma with a Ukulele he crafted himself. He told Koma that because the Ukulele was made especially for him with such love, its music could calm anybody who heard it. Koma named his ukulele Ohana.

Many years passed and it was a beautiful day when suddenly Koma’s games where interrupted by a mighty rumbling sound. He ran home to find his family fleeing. A volcano was erupting.
Koma ran to his room to get his Ukulele. As he left his home, he remembered what his father had told. He quickly ran towards the volcano, the lava was not yet emerging from its mouth. Koma climbed up the side, grasping the ukulele tightly until he reached the top. He began playing a beautiful song his father had taught him. It echoed through the volcano for all of the land to hear. The people stopped fleeing and became calm and suddenly the volcano stopped rumbling and went back to sleep. To this day the Ohana Ukulele conitinues to play its calming music for all to hear.

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200 words exactly, Enjoy! :D

Heaslet
08-09-2009, 05:20 PM
There was once a ukulele named ohana. Ohana knew from a very young age that she wanted to be important. She wanted people to know her name. Having one of her children’s children be a part of a grand giveaway was Ohana‘s life goal. In order to be a prized item Ohana had to study the sacred art of music. An art that could warm the hearts of millions, bring smiles to the sad, and bring peace to war. She spent many days and nights learning this. Over the years she learned more and more. She started teaching these techniques to her children, and her children taught their children. It has been over 100 years and the day Ohana had dreamed about has finally. One of her decedents also named Ohana is being given away in a Ukulele giveaway. So, is the Legend of Ohana.

ukeshale
08-10-2009, 02:10 AM
Some great entries here :shaka: it's nice to see so many new posters too :)

uke4all
08-10-2009, 08:20 AM
once apon a time GIVE ME THE UKULELE the end..
i like to keep my stories short and sweet, at least its short...
haha! good one... :rofl:

sputnik1nz
08-10-2009, 02:22 PM
umm ok so here is my attempt.



When the earth was new there was a land filled with love, fun and laughter. But one day the chief’s of the different tribes on this land began to fight. They forgot about the love they all once shared. They fought so much that the earth around them broke away and floated out to sea.

After, the Chiefs had realised what they had done and immediately felt sad, because they could never again play and laugh with their friends.

The Gods became upset at their broken planet and so they created the ukulele so that when it was played on the islands, all the chiefs could hear it and they would once again be able to sing and laugh with one another. The ukulele was named Ohana because it brought the islands together as a family.

These islands became known as Hawai’i, Maui, Kaho’olawe, Lāna’i, Moloka’i, O’ahu, Kaua’i, Ni’ihau. And if you listen carefully you can hear the sound of Ohana playing throughout the islands.

Skottoman
08-10-2009, 04:46 PM
A long time ago.... in a galaxy far, far away...

Princess Kala and Pono Skywalker were battling the evil empire. Led by none other than DARTH OHANA! With thousands of minion Makalatroopers in tow, the rebel alliance had no chance.

Crash landing on the planet of KoAloha, Princess Kala and Pono Skywalker consulted with their guru. Deach Kenobi.....

"Oh Deach Kenobi... how will we defeat the evil empire and DARTH OHANA?!"

"With these 2 droids... CK-10S, and SK-21 Sopranino"

So Princess Kala, and Pono Skywalker hooked up with the droids and hired Lanikai Solo to take them to destroy the evil Death Star!

DARTH OHANA did not like that they were doing this, and he knew eventually they would blow up his Death star, so he started playing "Somewhere over the rainbow" on his built in OHANA in hopes the music would keep them away...

Unfortunately for DARTH OHANA, the music did not stop Pono Skywalker from getting into his Solid Koa X-wing and blowing up the Death Star.

DARTH OHANA escaped in his Mohagany Tie Fighter to fight another day!

This brought on a flurry of epic battles of DARTH OHANA, and Pono Skywalker, who finally found out he really was the son of an OHANA, and his sister was really a KALA!!!!

THE END.

Le Champ
08-10-2009, 07:09 PM
The Island of Hawai'i was as still as can be.
not a creature was stirring, calm like the sea.
Grandma was asleep rocking in her chair,
while the cool summer breeze brisked through her hair.
Then suddenly a cry from the house...

YATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

was little Ohana who cried like mouse.

Grandma stood, to see what had come up.
Waiting for her was little Ohana who had spilled her cup.
She whined and she yelled while sitting on the floor,
while grandma went to get something in her drawer.
Ohana wouldn't stop crying, as sad as can be.
Then grandma came out with a ukulele.
She said...
" When i was a young girl and started crying my mom use to play me a song on this ukulele and i would start to calm down."

Ohana was fascinated by this tiny instrument she heard.
She thought it was beautiful like a soaring bird.
From that day on whenever she cried.
Grandma played the ukulele and the crying subside.

Years have gone by and grandma had past away.
But the music that Ohana heard, lives on till this day.

and that's how the Ohana ukulele came to be.
from a little girl who lived by the Hawaiian sea.

nikolo727
08-11-2009, 11:29 AM
Every day that Lika was on the beach, she found new friends to play with. She always made sure to meet every new person that she saw on the beach. Except one.As far as the little girl could remember, there had always been an Old Man on the beach playing a ukulele. Unlike all of the other people on the beach, he did not look happy. He always sang a song of sadness. One day Lika, built up the courage to talk to the Old Man. She said, " Sir, why do you cry when you are on the beach? Why are you so sad?" The Old Man looked down at the little girl and smiled. As a tear dropped from his eye the old man said, " I am not crying out of despair. I cry for the joy of seeing the many families on the beach, playing under the hawaiian sun. Remember one thing Lika. To have Ohana is one thing, but the music is what binds the Ohana together."
Before Lika could ask the Old man how he knew her name, his image vanished, leaving Lika alone on the beach. Lika never forgot about the Old Man on the beach or his tiny little instrument. And every day on the beach for the rest of her life, she could still hear the Old Man and his song.

Bruddah Jay
08-11-2009, 01:39 PM
Little bruddah stared off in to the ocean. The darkness that was slowly overcoming the setting sun hid his tears. Big bruddah had died that day. He had no more ohana. First it was dad, then mom, Uncle Tito, and now big bruddah. This was slowly setting in the boys mind. The water slowly crept closer.
He walked to the foot of the volcano where he and his brother played. He found the koa tree big bruddah carved into last year. One of the dying volcano’s small eruptions covered the tree with rock. He couldn’t see the song his brother carved into it. He remembered it though.
Everything was peaceful. He started singing. Slowly everything was full of life. The sand, the trees, the volcano, and even the little boy’s tears were all very vibrant. The tree cracked open out of the rock, and there was a finely made ukulele. The best the little boy had ever seen. As he strummed it went into a psychedelic trance. When he was done he saw the image of his brother surfing on turtles. He named the ukulele Ohana, and on his surfboard, he followed his brother into the sunset strumming Ohana.

itgoesbwaaah
08-12-2009, 04:40 AM
Here goes nothing:

in a time before time there lived a man. this man sat and starred into a vast darkness for hours at a time thinking about what he could do to make his life better. he pulled out his favorite tool, wich he named ohana. with a strum of the strings he commanded light into existence. now this man was starring into a never ending fog. he again strummed his ohana seperated this dense fog into sea and sky. gazing into the horizons of this vast ocean he strummed his ohana and brought forth land. the man looked up at the sun and played a little tune on his ohana giving the sun, moon and stars the job marking the days, years and seasons. he played a sweet melody and brought forth enormous numbers of sea creatures and birds. not stopping for anything he strummed his little ohana to his hearts content and brought forth land animals. 6 days have past since this man started playing his little ohana. on the 7th day he finally stopped playing. on the 8th day the man presented his final gift to what he had created. his little ohana came down from the heavens and forever rang its beautifull harmonies bringing peace to all to care to listen.

IBraniss
08-12-2009, 09:05 AM
I'll give it a go:

Long ago, on a small island, lived a small boy all alone in a village by the sea. Every day the boy would go to the sea and pray for a family, but there was no answer.
One day the boy started to pray when all of the sudden a huge whale washed ashore. The boy jumped with joy that his prays were answered when the whale started to cry: "help me get back to my family" he pleaded. "But weren't you sent to be my family?" asked the boy. "No" answered the whale, "I've got my own family who needs me in the sea".
And with all his strength the boy pushed the whale back to sea, "I hope one day I will find my own family" the boy though. But just as the whale began to disappear, he throw the boy a small ukulele, "don't cry" called the whale, "you can have my ukulele, I think you need it more than me".
From that day on the boy was never alone again, because he had music to keep him company, songs to warm his heart, and his ukulele to be his family - his Ohana.

o.k that won't be the winning story but at least thats something :shaka:

BrighamHB
08-12-2009, 10:29 AM
I heard that 'Ukulele' is Hawaiian for 'jumping flea'... so that's pretty much the basis for my story:

In the shadow of Mauna Loa lived an ancient man named 'Ohana'. He spent his life listening to the Hawaiian birds, the Iiwi and the Palila, and to distant crashes of the ocean. He loved these sounds, and he loved to talk and sing. But he was old, having all the natural melodies, the birdsongs and the tides, before. He grew tired of them and wished to have more. One day the man was greated by Lono, God of growing things. Lono spoke to him, saying: “Why are you so weary? Your life has been full and happy.” The man replied: “I wish to hear music that cannot be sung by man or bird.” The God said: “I will grow you a Koa tree. From that tree will come your wish” The God left, and within a week a giant Koa tree had appeared by the man’s house. The man asked “How can I make sound from this?” Then, he saw a small flea. The flea’s jumping motions gave him an idea. He carved from the tree a stringed instrument, and used a jumping motion with his fingers to make music on the strings. He called it ‘Ukulele’: ‘jumping flea’.

AnnaUK
08-12-2009, 11:19 AM
What fantastic entries by everyone. Who knew that UU held such literary genuis? :bowdown:

Here's my attempt LOL:
"Long ago, when the world was young, the gods on high ruled every corner of the Earth. The god of music, Rollo, spent his time creating such symphonies that all the animals wept with joy when they heard them.

One day, while walking on an island, he heard a voice of such beauty that he was stunned into silence. A young maiden was singing, and Rollo fell deeply in love and resolved to make her his wife. At their wedding they sang such a beautiful duet that even the god of war’s rage was quelled.

Their marriage was a blissful one. They sang every day and all of paradise was tranquil. Rollo composed many angelic sonatas in her name. They had many children and all had beautiful voices. When they sang together, he called the sound “Ohana” after this magical family.

After a many happy years together Rollo’s wife came to the end of her natural life and could sing no more. Rollo decided to build an instrument that would sing as well as she could and would ensure her memory endured the ages. His creation was the ukulele and thus they sang together forever."

UkeNinja
08-12-2009, 02:50 PM
That's a great story, AnnaUK. I like the variety of adjectives you squeezed in! :)

ColinB
08-12-2009, 04:39 PM
There once was a ship, a very small ship,
That that sailed in a magical manner.
The people on board were tiny and broad,
And the ship struck a rock near Ohana.

Then all leant a hand to drag the ship on the sand,
And they wondered what to do with it, daily.
They removed the mast pole, which left a perfect sound hole,
And made the first true Ohana ukulele!

MiaRosie
08-12-2009, 05:39 PM
She'd been born a child of music. She'd been born a child of poverty.

No matter where she was the child would find a way to make her own kind of music. She tied string to anything, plucking it, singing along quietly.

Then one day at school she was called forward and handed a box. The teacher explained that it held a gift for her, given by a stranger who understood her desire to live in music.

The years passed quickly as she practiced daily and shared her music with others. Leaving school, she spent her first wages in the music store. She wrote three words on the box, and walked down to the beach.

She saw the young boy & listened as he whistled and tapped in time on a shell. Slowly she walked over and held out the box ~

"This is for you" His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the ukulele.

"what does it mean?" he asked, reading the words *You've been Deached*

It means the reflection of kindness shown to me has found it's path to you.
It means that Ohana has embraced a new family member & a legend lives on.

eleuke
08-12-2009, 10:24 PM
As young boys do, Kimo was exploring the forest. He was looking at everything and listening too. He heard the birds when they sang, and he listened to the wind through the trees when they didn't. He heard the streams make their way trickling down the lava. He even heard the silence when he was very far away.

One day he heard something he never heard before. It wasn't a bird, it wasn't a person singing, it was a sound that was ringing out a melody sweet and clean. He chased the sound through the forest to find out where it was coming from but the sound was too fast for him and got away.

Kimo ran home as fast as he could and told his Tutu all about the sound. His Tutu told him a great secret. "What you heard was the Ohana Ukulele! You have gotten a very special gift!" Kimo thought for a while and said to Tutu, "What I want more than anything in this world is to make that sound so the people can get the gift too." Tutu said, "There's only one way to make the sound, there's only one way to give the gift to the people... You must touch the Ohana Ukulele! You see, many years ago the Ohana Ukulele was captured by the spirit world because they wanted the sound. The only way to bring the sound back to our world is to touch it. You must find a way to touch the Ohana Ukulele and bring the sound back to us!"

Kimo laid awake all night making his plan. He would touch the Ohana Ukulele!

The next morning, Kimo went the the stream to bathe and he heard the sound again! He ran as fast as his legs would carry him but as he ran he heard that the sound was not running! The sound was staying! He walked slowly to the sound and saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. There it was, the Ohana Ukulele, and the sound was all around him. He walked a step closer and said, "May I touch you?". The Ohana Ukulele spoke to him, saying "I have waited a long time for you. Please bring me back to your world." Kimo, trembling with fear reached out and touched the Ohana Ukulele. There was a bright flash and Kimo found the Ohana Ukulele in his hands. He had touched the Ohana Ukulele and it was back in his world.

To this day people all over the world honor Kimos courage by touching the Ohana Ukulele each day. And they make the sound, and they give the gift to their people.

UkeNinja
08-12-2009, 11:46 PM
eleuke (and other first-post entries), welcome to UU. I hope you will find a lot of fun and info here.
A great story as well, but please check: your entry is twice as long as allowed (448 words story > 200 words limit), better cut it in half if you want to be in for real.

(no, I do not feel like a competitive b*tch -see earlier in the thread-, just trying to help)

salukulady
08-13-2009, 04:18 AM
eleuke (and other first-post entries), welcome to UU. I hope you will find a lot of fun and info here.
A great story as well, but please check: your entry is twice as long as allowed (448 words story > 200 words limit), better cut it in half if you want to be in for real.

(no, I do not feel like a competitive b*tch -see earlier in the thread-, just trying to help):)I hope you know I was being facetious when I posted that.....:)The darn internet can't convey sarcasm.

UkeNinja
08-13-2009, 05:23 AM
No worries, just keeping things clear to see here. I like rules because they prevent trouble and conflict. Just follow them and everyone is equal. Lots of entries, I hope some of the new members introduce themselves elsewhere as well :)

rayan
08-13-2009, 05:44 AM
Don't worry peeps. We can see if an existing member registers a new account just to submit an entry. All those who did that will be disqualified.

itgoesbwaaah
08-13-2009, 05:46 AM
editing. disregard if u already read.

Playscool39
08-13-2009, 10:44 AM
Great stories, enjoy reading them. Glad I'm not the one to pick the winner.

provines
08-13-2009, 11:54 AM
Many years ago, more than even Tutu kane can remember, there lived a young boy named ‘Aukai. ‘Aukai was akamai and loved to play konane with his brother, A'ia'i. Their favorite place to play was on a flat rock on a high cliff overlooking the ocean. One day ‘Aukai became angry with his brother, A’ia’i, because A’ia’I wasn’t paying attention to their game. “What’s wrong with you today?”, asked ‘Aukai? “I’m tired of playing konane. I want to jump into the ocean and swim to another island.” replied A’ia’i. Before ‘Aukai could say anything, A’ia’i jumped up, ran to the cliff’s edge and dove into the ocean. ‘Aukai was terrified as the cliff was very high. ‘Aukai looked down at the ocean but couldn’t see his brother below. Just then, ‘Aukai heard voices in the forest around him. He cried out, “Help me! My brother is gone. “ Suddenly, several Menehune jumped onto the rock from their hiding places in the trees. The Menehune begain to chant, “Ohana, Ohana, Ohana, Ohana” and a large Koa tree began to speak, “Have no fear little ‘Aukai for your brother is not dead. Kanaloa has tricked him into jumping into the sea.” The large Koa tree moved one of its large branches as if it was an arm and reached into a hole in its side and pulled out an ukulele made from koa, ivory and pearl. “Play this ‘Aukai, and your brother will return one day for Ohana means family.” said the tree. So on those warm nights when the breeze is just right, that music you hear is little ‘Aukai playing his ukulele waiting for his brother to come home.

Joey
08-13-2009, 12:14 PM
Don't worry peeps. We can see if an existing member registers a new account just to submit an entry. All those who did that will be disqualified.

But it's okay if lurkers (like myself) enter the contest, right?

Edit: Oops, missed the "existing member" part, nevermind :)

migrator
08-13-2009, 01:19 PM
On Oahu there lived a young man named Uke. He laughed and played out in the sun all day until the time his mother became gravely ill. Uke's nature changed as his mother wasted away.
But one day, Uke remembered a song his uncle used to sing and thought his mother would improve if he sang to her. He needed a lovely sound to harmonize with his voice so he built a ukelele and called it "Ohana". When he played his new ukulele and sang, the healing powers of the music helped his mother recover her health.

pigwig
08-13-2009, 01:28 PM
ROFL @ Skottoman's story. That's great!

Here's my story, just for the fun of it.

Once upon a time there lived a mermaid who wished nothing more than to walk upon the land like the humans do. One day she swam to shore and tried to walk, only to find herself unable and stranded upon the beach. Realizing that life on land was not for her and that she may never return to the ocean, she wept. Presently, a fisherman came by. Shocked at the sight of a real mermaid, he tried to speak to her.

Unfortunately, the mermaid only spoke in fish, and the fisherman only in human, so they could not communicate very well.

However, the sounds the mermaid produced were very musical to the fisherman's ears, and he began to understand her desire for the water. He carried her into the ocean and set her free, and with one last note, she was gone. The fisherman returned home and designed himself an instrument that sounded much like the mermaid's voice. He called the instrument a ukulele, and named it Ohana, which were the last syllables he heard of her sweet voice.

The End.

(pssst... an ukulele? a ukulele? which indefinite article do I use?)

Bald Melon
08-13-2009, 04:02 PM
Long ago, but not so long ago as you might think, new winds began blowing across the Islands. The winds brought many new people, so many that the gods began to be crowded from the land. They had a great council to decide what to do, and since none of the gods wanted to leave, Pele suggested that they simply go to sleep and remain buried in the heart of Hawai'i. So it was agreed.

But before the goddess laid herself down, she cast four strands of her beautiful hair across the islands, and they were scattered by the winds.

It wasn't long before the hairs became lonely. But a koa tree saw them wandering and invited them to huddle under her branches to protect themselves from the rain. They swore never to become separated again. They would remain family, ohana, for all time to keep the spirit of Pele alive. They sang a song of promise.

Now a boy was climbing in that tree and heard them. He jumped down and said to them “Dat one beautiful ohana song!” He took the hairs and a branch of that tree and made an instrument to play that song every day.

mikeandtheuke
08-13-2009, 04:19 PM
The ukulele arrived on the beach at Kure balanced on the back of a turtle. That is unlikely enough, but there was more: that turtle was standing on the back of another turtle.

Now, it doesn’t take a sailor to know that nothing rises from the sea except waves and wind, so the instrument could not have come from there, yet this is just how it arrived, on turtles glomphing stately across the ivory-grey sand, “their” ukulele swaying—but never slipping—with every step.

A shipwrecked sailor watched from his perch in a patch of Crownbeard, and he knew he was witnessing a dream or a miracle. He crossed to the creatures’ egress. Besides his own ragged clothes, this instrument was his first reminder of humanity since he crawled onto shore months earlier.

The sailor lifted the ukulele from its place on the flatted, stained turtle shell. He clutched it to his chest. He stroked the four perfect strings with the flat of his thumb. Then he held it tighter—he almost broke it—and he thought of home, and he whispered, ohana. It was the only word he knew in Hawaiian, but he knew it meant family.

TheTy
08-13-2009, 04:36 PM
AHHH!!! HERE I GO!!!

Long ago, Maui fell in love with a beautiful wahine. He would show off with fantastic feats of strength and skill, but she never noticed him. In despair, he asked his mother for help. She told him that if he sang a love song to her, she would immediately fall in love with him and marry him.

Maui was nervous about singing so he went to his sister Hina for help since she gave the waves their musical sounds. Hina gave Maui strands of her hair that if plucked, would release beautiful tones. He then went to his brother Mokualii, who was a craftsman, in order to fashion a strong instrument to hold her hair and make it easier to play. His sister Laka, the goddess of Hula, took the frame and gave it feminine curves and a beautiful shine so that it would be beautiful to all who see it.He returned to his mother, and she taught him many love songs which she drew from her own heart.

Maui played and sang for the beautiful wahine who fell deeply in love with him. Maui named the ukulele “Ohana”, because it carried the love of his family.


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zs145708
08-13-2009, 05:05 PM
It began on the big island of Hawaii. It was the first time I had ever been to the islands. I was taken aback by the beauty of the island and the culture that accompanied it. On the last day I came across a large sea turtle at the waters edge. It was a magnificent old turtle that changed my life forever. The turtle seemed to be gazing toward a table of locals playing (Ohana) ukuleles. When I turned back the turtle was gone. The locals spotted me and asked if I would like to try. I was thrilled! I learned a few strums and was hooked. After thanking them I searched the shops and bought a tourist type ukulele. Once home, and off to college, I found ukuleleunderground.com. Here, I learned from Aldrine and quickly learned to play along with him. A few days after moving in a friend became interested in my uke. Word quickly passed, and soon my friends had purchased ukuleles from the local music store. I now play with five friends, sharing the music and passing it to others. I still longs to return to the big island and thank that turtle.

uke been to australia?
08-14-2009, 03:49 AM
hey guys i dunno the rules but what if it goes like 20 or so words over??
does it not count anymore??

Citrus
08-14-2009, 05:12 AM
Tia the Music Maker
by Citrus

A long time ago on the island of Oahu lived a little girl named Tia who taught herself the ukulele. She put her heart and soul into her music, but when she played for the people of the village none of them liked it. Tia tried harder and harder but nothing would please them.

One day she decided that the problem wasn't her playing; it was the wrong audience. She went to the mountains and played for the wind, but she couldn't make her ukulele blow and howl as the wind liked. In the forest she played for the birds, but the ukulele wouldn't whistle the sweet songs which the birds loved. Finally, she swam into the ocean to play for the fish.

In the water her music changed into a song so beautiful that all the creatures of the sea came to listen. Sea turtles, jellyfish, whales, and even Kanaloa, god of the ocean, showed up. Then Mako shark swam up and ate her whole. Kanaloa asked the shark, “Why did you eat her?”
Mako replied, “WHAT'D YA SAY?”

The moral is that no matter where you go, you can't make everyone appreciate your art.


Easter egg: the girl is named Tia after the writer of "Elephant Town"

I would have added a bit, but the 200 word count is a bit constraining, but I can appreciate not wanting to read pages and pages of entries.

kiddfixit
08-14-2009, 06:30 AM
Once upon a time, there lived a great king who ruled with wisdom and kindness on his island in the sea. Many years passed, and the weight of his crown grew heavy as the pressures of running his kingdom wore upon him. One day, the king’s children set out on a journey to bring happiness back to their beloved father. After much traveling and several adventures, the king’s family remembered their father’s love of music. They visited a renowned maker of musical instruments and requested that a special instrument be made for the king. The instrument had to be light enough so that the king would not tire holding it, be easy to play, and have bright, cheery sounds that would make the king smile. Fortunately, such an instrument had just been made and was gladly given to the family. Upon their return, the children presented the king with the first ever ukulele. The king played it, and soon found happiness again in his great love of music. The king, ever grateful, christened the instrument the “Ohana Ukulele” to honor his family. Music was made and, as with most of our favorite stories, everybody lived happily ever after.

The End

Flplayer2
08-14-2009, 10:04 AM
As the birds chirped and the hibiscus blossomed Ohana slept in a beautiful meadow. Upon dreaming of his beautiful island and the prospects of love he was awoken by a swift breeze. The breeze Whispered, "Find the music of our land, and you shall find your true love."

Ohana raced to the village elders and described the beautiful whisper. The elders spoke of a mystical Koa tree which grew on the top of a mountain. They told Ohana of it's powers and the melodic sound it could embody.

Ohana walked for days and arrived at the mountain top. A breeze came and the whisper said, "Play for me, and i am forever yours." Ohana used the mystical koa tree to create the most amazing Ukulele in the land. Ohana poured his heart and soul into the notes of his magnificent instrument. Just then, a whisper came through the breeze, "True love is before you."

Since then, many breezes have blown, but Ohana has yet to return. Legend has it, if you go to the ocean on the perfect night the breeze sings along with the sound of true love. This is the sound of Ohana and his Ukulele.

AcousticAloha
08-14-2009, 10:46 AM
A long, long time ago on the Island of Maui, there lived A Hawaiian chief named Kunu.

Kunu had a beautiful wife named Kaipo, she wasn't from Maui, but was brought to Maui

as a child by an old Hawaiian fisherman twenty years before Kunu's reign on Maui.

Since Kunu chose her for his bride a few weeks ago Kaipo seemed depressed, and distraught.

Kunu asked her what was bothering her she only cried and looked away. After thinking for half a day, Kunu

went in the middle of the night in the search of the magical fleas he used to play with as a child.

Kunu asked the family of fleas to make an instrument that could harness the sound of Aloha,

so he could pass it on to anyone who could hear it. After a fortnight, Kunu returned to the fleas and they had it waiting.

When Kunu asked what was the name of this tool of aloha, they simply called it "Ukulele"

Since then Kaipo, and anyone who listened to it was blessed with Aloha....

Even now the Ohana of Jumping Fleas still makes Ukuleles. Ohana Ukulele still spreads Aloha.

The end

newmail445
08-14-2009, 06:49 PM
My legend:)

There once lived a wizard named Don. He had great powers that allowed him to create anything his heart desired. Using his abilities for good, he tried to cure the world of its problems. He gave people and animals money, food, shelter and just about anything their hearts desired. However, they still fought and argued with each other.
Sitting in his palace located high atop a mountain, he was saddened that the world was not a happy place. Understanding that oceans and languages separated the groups, Don the great wizard decided to create something that would bring everything together to stop the fighting and arguing.
He called this the ukulele. He dropped millions of these ukuleles from the sky for the humans and animals to play. As the sweet, beautiful sounds spread across the land, people became happier. Instead of arguing, the world sang to one another. Instead of fighting, everyone danced together. They became one big Ohana, one big family.
Every night, the world goes to bed smiling at the wonderful palace of the great wizard Don. As the people and animals watch the same night sky, they are reminded that they are one joyful and talented family. :shaka:

Kelluke
08-14-2009, 08:03 PM
I spent a long time on this, more than i expected to anyways. Originally i wanted to do some clever play on the notes of the strings and use the saying i use to remember it "good cooks eat alot" but my horrible lack of creativity produced what you're about to read, and really, it has no relevance to anything you've just read.

But, please do enjoy ; )

Okay so here it is :

Palaki sat on a rock surrounded by ocean waves. He always left his ukulele, Ohana, on this rock, for no one came there. He had made Ohana all by himself, and longed to create music with her but never succeeded.

Frustrated, Palaki swam back to shore, vowing never to go back to that rock.

Overtime, Ohana grew lonely with nothing but the ocean’s waves and the occasional wind that would pass by, strum her strings, and bring with it lovely fresh scents.

Until finally one day, Palaki went to the rock to take Ohana, determined to play her.

But despite Ohana’s happiness, the ocean wept.

“I don’t blame you for weeping,” the wind said to the ocean, “I weep too, for there is no more beautiful music for me to hear as I pass by.”

“Did Ohana create beautiful music?” questioned the ocean, “I didn’t notice. I only weep because in the hollowness of Ohana’s body, I was able to hear the perfected sound of my own waves.”

The ocean now longed to hear the supposedly beautiful sound of Ohana, just as Palaki finally created it.

And until this day, even the ocean stops to listen to the sound of the ukulele.

austin1
08-14-2009, 08:22 PM
Okies, here goes mine!


Many years ago, deep in the fires of Mount Zoom, the evil Lord Smolder-Wart created fifteen ukuleles of power. Four were eaten by Bluff, the resident non-magical dragon; eight were given for Christmas to various relatives; one went through the wash, and one he lost through diet and exercise. But the final he kept, and named it Ohana.

But one sad day, he lost Ohana too. It was picked up by one Dairy Plotter, who found it while wandering amidst a herd of cattle. “Oh snaps,” said his good friend, Professor Doubledoors, “that belongs to the evil Lord Smolder-Wart. Throw it in the fires of Mount Zoom ASAP.”

“If you insist,” said Dairy. With his friend Hamsize Banjo, he set off in the general direction of Mount Zoom.

The pair had walked fifteen feet when Hamsize had his brilliant idea. “Dairy...why walk it all the way to Mount Zoom? Why not just ship it first class?”

“Excellent plan!” said Dairy. And so the ukulele of power was mailed, but due to the terrible postal system, it wound up in Hawaii instead, and the evil Lord Smolder-Wart, who could not afford the plane ticket, was unable to recover it.

The End.

noah_clinnson
08-15-2009, 11:02 AM
One day a mean father and his blind daughter were arguing. The girl pleaded with her father to buy her a ukulele for her birthday. A sly grin crept upon the fathers face and he promised the girl to give her the wood and tools to build her own instrument. The father wandered down to the beach and picked up a piece of driftwood, figuring his daughter wouldn't know any better. Once presented with the gifts the girl beamed and immediately started carving at the wood. Upon completion the father laughed, calling it a disgusting thing. The girl ignored him and began to play and the beauty of the music stretched into the streets and drew observers. The father immediately snatched the ukulele from his daughter's hands and began to play, the sound repulsed the congregation and at that moment an old man stepped forward, having seen the entire scene. He grabbed the ukulele and the little girl and asked her for her name. He then spoke to the crowd: "this instrument is the work of Ohana and will only sing for the honest and pure of heart!" The girl grinned widely and slowly began to play once more.

uke been to australia?
08-15-2009, 02:53 PM
hey guys this is my attempt.
my ukulele just got broken last week, just before my 18th birthday :(..
good luck everyone and hope you enjoy my story.

On Maui, every morning before the Sun shed his first light and the roars of the fierce Ocean hitting the Hawaiin rock-strewn shores drowned out the soft twitter of the early morning birds praising their maker, a delightful sound could be heard. The soft, tranquil sound of Ohana, roamed the lowest valleys and the highest mountains in search for something to hold its beauty. It was described as the “sound of the gods” or “the spirit wind”, and it filled the coldest person with the warmth of family.

Ohana’s sound was embraced by the soaring palm trees, flittering grass and all who heard it, though nothing could seem to capture it. It was prophesied that one day the dark skies would be filled with vibrant light then history would be made.

One morning, the rainbow appeared, before the sun rose and before the shores started to roar. There was a dead silence. Peace was only occasionally tainted by the flutter of a bird’s wing or the clutter of the scurrying lizards.

This day was special, even the surrounding rivers ran silent in awe of what they were to witness. The sound of Ohana had finally been tamed by the oo-ku-le-le.

My Ls
08-15-2009, 03:58 PM
In the land of ,Uketopia a sweet and beautiful land full of all kinds of ukuleles, there was a legend that was told by the elderly folk and passed down from generation to generation. They went to uke school and jammed all day. But Uketopia wasn’t perfect there was another island next to Uketopia called Guitaropolis. Guitaropolis was not as sweet and beautiful as Uketopia was; they were more aggressive and large. I guess you could say that they were jealous. But enough about that let me tell you the legend.
Guitaropolis had come over onto Uketopia to harm the ukuleles. The guitar tribes were vicious and brutal. The ukuleles, caught off guard, retreated back to the tree towers of family. Suddenly the ukulele gods came down and began to make an amazing ukulele out of the trees of family. Once finished they played with beautiful and harmonizing power. With this the guitar tribes dropped their weapons and joined together with the ukuleles and jammed. Before the gods left they named the ukulele Ohana and since then ukuleles and guitars have been jamming together to this day.

LegendaryUKU
08-15-2009, 04:59 PM
The Legend of Ohana

Long ago, on a tiny island called Ohana, there was a tree as tall as volcano with roots that stretched to the bottom of the sea. This tree was special because it contained several beautiful instruments. They were what we now call Ukuleles. These ukuleles were the heart of the mighty Ohana tree.

Musicians from around the world heard of the tiny instrument with a big sound so they traveled to Ohana and left the tiny island with a ukulele, the heart of the mighty Ohana tree.

Over time the popularity of the Ohana tree and the sound of the ukulele grew. Eventually the heart of the mighty tree was completely removed. When the final ukulele was removed from the mighty tree an unusual wind swept over the tiny island of Ohana and the mighty tree disappeared.

The spirit of the tree is still alive in every Ohana ukulele today. The Ohana ukulele connects each musician’s heart to the spirit of the tree. And the tiny island lives on today in the mighty ukulele.

UkeNinja
08-15-2009, 05:10 PM
The Legend of Ohana
Dude! You picked your name with dedication to win!
:nana: More power to you and welcome.
If the powers that be bestow upon me the joy of victory, I'm changing my nick to OhanaNinja. Or Ohaninja. Or Ninjohana.

Uncle-Taco
08-15-2009, 07:25 PM
199 words! Here is my entry:

Honu lumbered toward the sea, tears pouring from her eyes.
The sea breeze calmly brushed her cheek and asked, “Why do you cry?”
“My children,” she sighed. “They’ll emerge and struggle through the sand
Into a world of peril, so defenseless on dry land.
Tiny, young, they’ll perish to the birds, the surf, the sun,
And I will never even get to know a single one.”

The sea breeze softly whispered, “Now, my heart is breaking, too!
But my sister, there’s a promise I will make to you.
Listen, we are all ohana, dear: Your children, you, and me,
The surf, the island people, and the islands and the sea.
That’s what ohana means: we love and take care of each other.
I know when your children meet you, they will recognize their mother.

The island people love you for your gentleness and grace.
They protect the honu’s nursery as a deeply sacred place.
They will guard your newborn children as they crawl to meet the sea.
Ukuleles will play gently as the people sing with me.
Listen to the ukuleles, Honu. They’re ohana, too.
And your young will know their mother, for our songs will be of you.”

the.ronin
08-15-2009, 07:52 PM
Here is my entry entitled, "The ‘Ohana Legend" ...

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One day, the waves stopped. The ali'i of the eight major tribes all called upon their kahunas to explain what was happening. The kahunas besieged Lono who responded thus, “The winds no longer dance to my music and without the winds, there can be no waves.”

Contrary to the prevailing kapus, royalty and commoners alike shared each other’s thoughts to bring waves back to the islands. A lowly commoner who happened to be an expert craftsman brought forth a curious musical instrument he had fashioned from the trees found only in the islands. The kahunas offered the four-stringed instrument to Lono.

But despite his efforts, the god could only garner the short-lived attention of the winds. Lono implored all of the islanders to play the curious instrument in hopes of stirring the winds. As each, commoner and royalty alike, began to strum and pick at the strings, the winds slowly began to stir and stir until they danced in a flurry. Finally bringing waves back to the island shores.

From that day, regardless of class, every father taught his son, mother her daughter, and cousins their cousins how to stir the winds and forever bring waves to the islands.

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As I'm neither Hawaiian nor a historian, I need to apologize in advance for the liberties I've knowingly or unknowingly taken with respect to history or culture. This was a really fun write-up though and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it up. :D

ukey
08-15-2009, 09:13 PM
The once was a ukulele named Ahulani, she had a daughter named Ukey. Ukey was a clumsy uke, she always would go out of tune, sing flat, ect. Ahulani was said to be crafted by the gods them self. Ahulani was the most beautifulest ukulele ever made her songs would bring tears of joy every timed she sung. Ukey couldn't live with every one's expectation to be great like her mother so one day she left on a journey to seek the legendary craftsmen Onaha. Onaha was said to craft ukulele better then the gods them self. Ukey searched all over Hawaii island to island until she found Onaha him self. she would beg and plea day after day. Onaha finally said "yes". Ukey was rebuilt so that ukey would bring tears of joy in every one's heart when played in any one's hand.

:smileybounce: lol i hope u guyz pick me for a brand new uke :p

UkuLeLesReggAe
08-15-2009, 09:26 PM
funny how when contest time comes around, several people with only 1 post enter. Amazing, isn't it.

here is my entry:

there was a coconut on a tree, it fell and every1 yelled OHANA!!

LindsayOfSaturn
08-15-2009, 10:36 PM
199 words! Here is my entry:

Honu lumbered toward the sea, tears pouring from her eyes.
The sea breeze calmly brushed her cheek and asked, “Why do you cry?”
“My children,” she sighed. “They’ll emerge and struggle through the sand
Into a world of peril, so defenseless on dry land.
Tiny, young, they’ll perish to the birds, the surf, the sun,
And I will never even get to know a single one.”

The sea breeze softly whispered, “Now, my heart is breaking, too!
But my sister, there’s a promise I will make to you.
Listen, we are all ohana, dear: Your children, you, and me,
The surf, the island people, and the islands and the sea.
That’s what ohana means: we love and take care of each other.
I know when your children meet you, they will recognize their mother.

The island people love you for your gentleness and grace.
They protect the honu’s nursery as a deeply sacred place.
They will guard your newborn children as they crawl to meet the sea.
Ukuleles will play gently as the people sing with me.
Listen to the ukuleles, Honu. They’re ohana, too.
And your young will know their mother, for our songs will be of you.”

I vote this as the winner. Awesome job uncle taco, I have always loved the whole sea turtle process and your poem was beautiful. And ukey...did you just spell ohana wrong?

billuclausc
08-15-2009, 11:05 PM
Madame Pele gave birth to the islands of Hawaii many years ago and made sure that the rich soil that covered the volcanic lava would have enough nutrients so that all of the beautiful trees and flowers would grow and provide her something to enjoy every day.

The strong, healthy and sturdy trees provided all of the people of the islands with all of their needs. The smart Hawaiian people used the trees to make shelters, furniture, bowls, hunting tools, fish hooks and many other wondrous things that made their lives better and easier.

One of the most amazing ideas was using the different woods to make musical instruments like the ukuleles that could provide beautiful and special tones that would bring joy and special warm feelings that all the people could share in their everyday lives. The different types of wood produced different sounds that let the people express their feelings through music.

The Ohana ukulele contains the special wood that was actually grown in the soil of the islands that Goddess Pele designed to grow the trees that give the ukuleles their special and unique sounds. Whenever the Ohana ukulele is played, Madame Pele smiles with much joy.

pklusman
08-16-2009, 06:38 AM
There once was a poor guitar crafter who lived on the Island of Ohana. He was good at his trade but his business was not growing. One day he noticed that many other natives were cashing in on the tourists who visited the island. He decided to invent a much smaller guitar that could fit in the suitcases of the tourists and yet still be sold for an outrageous price. He named it the “ukulele” which translates to “foolish white man will pay much for this tiny cheap guitar.”
He sold hundreds of these “ukuleles” to the tourists, eventually outsourced the manufacturing to Malaysia, and finally sold his business to a Japanese-owned novelty mail order global corporation for millions of dollars. He eventually moved to Las Vegas where the property taxes were lower, bought a fleet of Harley Davidson motorcycles, and married a tattoo artist who spent the rest of her life drawing hundreds of tiny ukuleles all over his body. They lived happily ever after.
:cool:

krabbers
08-16-2009, 06:39 AM
there was an old lady
who found a lost dog
she called the dog Ohana
the dog was unique
as he smoked a brass pipe
in the shape of a fresh banana

in the yard,
the dog
would howl for hours
in the key of F sharp minor
the lady would smile
as she sat on the porch
in a rickety old recliner

but one day the dogs howl
went up a few tones
as he played in the autumn breeze
the lady ran out
and let out a shout
"oh dear, my dog has fleas"

there was an old man
from across the way
who played a tiny guitar
he said
"my dear, what music I hear"
"with me, that dog will go far"

"I could use that dog
for tuning you see
as I tour across the land
I play this ukulele
in a travelling ragtime band"

the lady said "what!"
a cheek you have got
your name I do not know"
"I'm sorry" said he
"how rude of me, my name
is So prano"

within two weeks
the couple were wed
and the dog became part of the show
and the dog went as far
as changing his name
to Ohana Soprano

written by me Krabbers

torinaritai
08-16-2009, 06:43 AM
Long ago, when string instruments populated the Earth, there was a special guitar. He played with other guitars in concord, but he never stood out on his own. Yearning to become unique, he decided to retune some of his strings, but when he played with the other guitars his dissonance irritated them. They rebuked him and insulted him, and as chastisement they plucked two strings off of his body. Ashamed and crestfallen, the guitar was forced to travel far away to begin a new life. He traveled across the sea to a little island where he met a beautiful banjo. She too found it difficult to belong with the abundant population of guitars, but when she met the out-of-tune guitar she matched him in perfect harmony.
There on the little island they married and had a daughter named Ukulele. She inherited her father's looks and her mother's personality, but she had a voice all her own. Everyone on the little island grew to love her and she sang her peaceful, pleasant song, captivating the hearts of the world. Thus is the legend of the Ohana Ukulele.

edmundwhitehead
08-16-2009, 11:35 AM
Long ago, when the earth was young, the first man was born. Because language had not yet been invented, this man knew no sound but his inner song - the sigh when he was tired, the laugh when he was happy, and the cry when he was sad.

He knew of nothing that could sing as he did, until he heard the song of the Woodpeckers of Hawaii. He sang to them, asking them to build him something that could sing like they could sing.

And so the Woodpeckers worked day and night for 2 years, carefully pecking a beautiful koa tree into the shape of a musical instrument.

The Woodpeckers showed him the finished work, and tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees and sang "Ohana" over and over again. This was man's first word.

Since then, every family prayer has been referred to as "Ohana", to celebrate the moment when man's inner song was realised, and set in stone for every generation to hear.

The Ohana ukulele was made so that every man, woman and child could sing their inner song.

tatau21
08-16-2009, 01:26 PM
Long ago lived a man named aldrine and a women named Ohana. And every day they would watch the sunset and sing together.

They both loved to sing. but Ohana thought Aldrine sang better than her and she became jelous.

So Ohana asked the villigers if they knew any ways to make her sound better but nobody knew any ways except for a man named Ryan.

Ryan told Ohana about a magical turtule that grants wishes, and where to find him.

So Ohana went to the magical turtle and wished to sound better and the turtle did what she asked.

Ohana was so happy whith her new voice that she took the turtle home so nobody else could have it's powers.

the turtle became angered becuase Ohana did not take care of him.
so the turtle said that if Ohana did not put him back in the wild he would

turn her into a instrument becuase all she cared about was her sound. the next day aldrine went to go sing with Ohana but when he got to her house.

nobody was there exept a ukulele on the ground so aldrine started singing with the ohana ukulele.

brUKEman
08-16-2009, 01:52 PM
The Miracle on the Beach…

In the beginning... atop the mountains of Hawaii, a Koa tree was struck by lightning and part of the tree was broken off. Mud slides washed the majestic piece of wood down to the beach where it landed and rested on a coral reef.
Over time the waves kept pounding the wood causing it to grind repeatedly against the rocks, sand and shells. Eventually it formed the shape of the present day ukulele. A mermaid discovered the strange piece of wood on the beach, found some old fishing line and fashioned it into four strings. She added some shells for the tuners. She listened to the sounds of the dolphins, birds, ocean and wind and tuned each of the strings to one of their sounds.
A woodpecker then landed on this strange new object. He kept pecking and pecking and after several hours he flew away. The mermaid then returned to the object and noticed that the woodpecker had etched a name into the object. There, located on what is now called “the headstock”, were the words “Ohana Ukuleles”.

And thus, the creation was complete…

Brown
08-16-2009, 04:07 PM
Don't worry peeps. We can see if an existing member registers a new account just to submit an entry. All those who did that will be disqualified.

So it's 1 entry per IP? After having my sis proofread my entry she wanted to enter b/c she's into creative writing and also plays guitar so she submitted her own story as well, I guess this is gonna be a problem?

americancheese
08-16-2009, 04:28 PM
Hey, not really too familiar with these types of stories. Hope you enjoy

A long time ago, there was a little Portuguese girl named Ana who was bad at nearly everything she did. She had three older sisters who were perfect. When they were together they would sing and play guitar, but Ana was always left out. Ana's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and her small hands weren’t suited for the big frets on the guitar.

Ana had only one friend in the whole world her next door neighbor Makaio. Makaio and his family were from Hawaii and they were moving back soon.

Ana and Makio planned to sneak Ana onto the boat to Hawaii. They started the preparations for the trip and Ana even changed her name to make it more Hawaiian, she now went by the name Ohana.

So the day came and Makaio managed to sneak Ohana onto the boat. Makaio, very skilled at guitar brought one with him to teach Ana on the boat. But Ana hated the guitar, she wanted to play something smaller. So her and Makaio got to work on a new instrument. It took them a lot of time and effort to make this instrument but the boat ride was long, so they were able to finish making it and learn to play it incredibly. They called their instrument a ukulele.

When they arrived in Hawaii, the people of Hawaii were fascinated by this small instrument that sounded like birds from heaven. The ukulele soon became the most popular instrument in Hawaii, and spread throughout the world. They called the first Ukuele the Ohana Ukulele. Today the Ohana Ukulele is known as the best quality and best sounding ukulele in the world.

snookie
08-16-2009, 07:09 PM
once upon a time in hawaii,there was a fisherman named ohana.he would toil all day in the water to feed his family.the work was back breaking but day by day he would find peace in his visit to the great tree known as ukulele on the edge of the forest.after a hard days work he would sit under ukuleles branche and sing a tune.ukulele would whistle as the wind blew through his branches, ohanas voice echoed loud and bright,the birds chirped along with passion and the forest was in chorus with joy.but then one summer when ohana went to fish he found that the water was empty,he fished and fished for one week and caught nothing.on the seventh day he went to the tree and sang his song,except now when he sang his voic was sad and full of woe.ukulele heard the sadness in his voice and asked "ohana,why has your voice become full of sorrow?" ohana looked up to ukulele and told him "all the fish have all gone from the beach,and with no fish to sell at the market my family will go hungry".ukulele was sadened by this story,and thought of a way to help. he told ohana "cut down my trunk and carve the wood into a set of beautiful instrument,keep one for your self and sell the rest at the market".ohana praised ukulele and asked if there was anything he could do to repay him.ukulele replied "use the instrument to make happy music and promise never to sing a sad song again".ohana carved his instrument,the first "ukulele"
and sold the others he made to feed his family,and to this day ohana ukuleles bring happy music to the peopple,one ukulele at a time.

billuclausc
08-16-2009, 09:13 PM
Madame Pele gave birth to the islands of Hawaii many years ago and made sure that the rich soil that covered the volcanic lava would have enough nutrients so that all of the beautiful trees and flowers would grow and provide her something to enjoy every day.
The strong, healthy and sturdy trees provided all of the people of the islands with all of their needs. The smart Hawaiian people used the trees to make shelters, furniture, bowls, hunting tools, fish hooks and many other wondrous things that made their lives better and easier.
One of the most amazing ideas was using the different woods to make musical instruments like the ukuleles that could provide beautiful and special tones that would bring joy and special warm feelings that all the people could share in their everyday lives.
The different types of wood produced different sounds that let the people express their feelings through music. The Ohana ukulele contains the special wood that was actually grown in the soil of the islands that Goddess Pele designed to grow the trees that give the ukuleles their special and unique sounds. Whenever the ukulele is played, Madame Pele smiles with much joy.

Micahbobicah
08-17-2009, 09:23 AM
There once was a girl named Ohana living in a small Hawaiian village. She had a beautiful voice that made the waves crash softer on the shore and the coconut milk taste sweeter and flow easily from its shell. Hearing her sing, the sharks and the dolphins agreed to share the seas as brothers and the fish swam willingly into the nets just to be closer to such a sound.

Word of her gift spread around the islands and it wasn’t long before Ohana was called to the Chief’s court to sing for him. Upon hearing the music, the Chief, overcome with adoration for the young woman, proposed marriage for the next day. Her heart belonging to a young fisherman, Ohana knew that she could not marry the chief, but that a refusal would mean exile.

That night, the spirit of an ancient Hawaiian queen visited her in her sleep and told her how to escape the fate of the forced marriage and to allow her beautiful music to live on forever. In the morning, the fisherman found in place of his beautiful Ohana, a wooden instrument called a ukulele that he could play to hear her voice forevermore.

:):):)

the.ronin
08-17-2009, 09:33 AM
Wow. Lots of entries. I bet the judges are kicking themselves going, “Dude I told you it should have been 50 words max!!” hahaha

Swirlyfoot
08-17-2009, 10:57 AM
Hello all...
So my wife and I are total newbies, playing our ukes for a month or so. Underground has been treasure trove for us! Thanks! And here's a legend entry... 199 words!

"From magical times there stood an old Koa tree named Kailani who loved to hear the wind in her branches and to sing about tall mountains and blue seas. She dreamed of laughing and dancing with the quick, brown children who played games beneath her.

But she could not sing or laugh because she was a tree. She had no voice. So her music remained deep in her spirit and wood. She silently danced and sang in her heart for many years until a great storm laid her down and it seemed that her song was finished.

A wood carver named Ikaika found Kailani soon after the storm and he remembered playing in her shade as a child. Because he loved the tree he took a length of her trunk to his home where he worked making ukuleles.

With her wood he made a beautiful ukulele, and her song was suddenly released! No ukulele had ever sung with such a sweet voice. He learned that Hawiian trees held the most wonderful songs. They sing of the joy and spirit of his beloved island. Ikaika named his ukuleles Ohana Ukuleles, because they are the singing children of the laughing trees!"

arrScott
08-17-2009, 11:41 AM
Body of air, breath blown over ocean
From Diamond Head to green Iao Valley
Roar of the shore's wet rocky commotion,
Mountaintop sunrise, night's silent finale.
Dark skin of koa, rarest of hardwood
Gives flesh when in the hands of a player
Dancing plucked strings sing out like your heart would
Tropical melody pure as a prayer.
Chasing Vancouver's gift to Pai'ea
Upon noho lio, dusty and brusque
When thoughts turn to a gentler idea
So strums the lone pianolo at dusk.
Voice of the islands -- no, more: vox humana
Voice of Hawaii, sweet sound of Ohana.

Sonseeker30
08-17-2009, 01:09 PM
The Legend of the Ohana Ukulele

Long ago…on an island in the Pacific lived a young girl named Tatiana. She loved to play on her ukulele. The music she created with that uke was so beautiful, soothing and brought smiles to everyone that listened. Tati would play from sun up to sun down and her family loved to hear her play and sing. One day the island got a warning that a hurricane was approaching quickly and that everyone needed to seek shelter right away. Tati and her family rush to the nearest safe place.

However, Tati realized that with all the chaos she had forgotten her ukulele. The hurricane hit and destroyed many homes one of them was Tatiana’s. Saddened by the lost of her ukulele she looked down and started to cry. She then felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up it was her Uncle Kimo who was a carpenter. He reached behind his back and presented her with a ukulele that he had made. He then said “Tatiana no matter what trials come our way, we will always have our Ohana to see us through.” She then named her ukulele Ohana.


Aloha~ hope you enjoy my story.
Cecily (Sonseeker 30)

uke been to australia?
08-17-2009, 08:56 PM
Wow. Lots of entries. I bet the judges are kicking themselves

haha yea there are heaps but if you look at their accounts heaps of them have done one post and were made in the last couple days... not sus

some people get tricky though and send another post somewhere else so then they have 2 posts ;) good thinking.. still obvious though

I must admit some of these stories are really good. i thought i had a good chance but i think pretty much everyone is in it

EdLew1s
08-18-2009, 02:34 AM
A long long time ago, in the land of the rising sun and the crashing wave lived a boy called Ekemona. He spent his days and nights collecting papaya and other fruits for his tribe. As the sun set every day, the tribe would settle down to bed but Ekemona would carry on working.

One night, when the moon was at its highest and fullest, whilst Ekemona was working, he heard a beautiful sound. It was a Kaua‘i ‘Ō‘ō sitting in the branches of a koa tree. As he listened, he thought how amazing it would be to make that sound himself. Ekemona ran back to the tribe to store the papayas and to start making this sound.

As he got to the tribe, everybody was asleep so he crept over to the kitchen to store the papayas. From there, Ekemona had to get over to the carpenter's workshop where all the tools were. He had to stay quiet or else the Emperor would banish him from the tribe because children in the tribe were not meant to be seen, they were just meant to collect and make food.

He tiptoed past the wooden cabins, past the Emperor's cabin and past the fire, which was still glowing orange as the sun set, until he reached the workshop. All the tools were glinting in the moonlight. He needed an axe and a knife. Ekemona picked them up slowly so as not to make a noise and then ran out of the workshop, past the the fire and out into the jungle.

He eventually found the koa tree with the Kaua‘i ‘Ō‘ō in it and cut it down. He stripped the leaves to make some strings. He was going to make the sound out of these. Ekemona started to carve out a body and neck from the koa tree. He cut four strings out of the leaves and tied them to the neck and body. The sound was so beautiful as he plucked the strings and ran his fingers up and down the neck. Ekemona engraved into the body 'Ohana', meaning family, as this was his family from now on.

THE END

Jorkens
08-18-2009, 04:53 AM
Not so long ago. High upon a great Volcano. The minahuni sat and thought. hearing a wonderful sound of ukulele music from the happy people below, the Minahuni decided to make a magical ukulele of its own. calling up the magic of the islands the first Ohana ukulele was made!:shaka:

remee
08-18-2009, 11:18 AM
Once there lived a man, a bull, a mahogany tree and a rosewood tree. Everyday, the man sat quietly with the bull under the shade of the trees. Together, the four sang songs that floated on the wind. They were content in their company – for they were ohana.

The man grew older and eventually could no longer travel the distance to be with his ohana. The trees and the bull were saddened. For without the man, they were empty.

They asked the gods, “Please, help us be with the man again.” The gods replied, “You must sacrifice yourselves and become as one.”

The next day, a gift (uku) came (lele) to the man’s house. It was made of mahogany and rosewood and the gut of a bull.

The man immediately recognized his ohana. Although, he was saddened by the sacrifice, he found great happiness in their gift. He sang a joyful song filling the ukulele with his spirit until he expired.

Now, you know why… If you are lucky enough to hear or play an Ohana Ukulele, its song will fill you with the Aloha Spirit - the joyful (oha) sharing (alo) of life energy (ha) in the present (alo).

(Source of the Definition of Aloha Spirit: http://homepages.hawaiian.net/larryw/html/aspirit.html)

BrighamHB
08-18-2009, 01:36 PM
Body of air, breath blown over ocean
From Diamond Head to green Iao Valley
Roar of the shore's wet rocky commotion,
Mountaintop sunrise, night's silent finale.
Dark skin of koa, rarest of hardwood
Gives flesh when in the hands of a player
Dancing plucked strings sing out like your heart would
Tropical melody pure as a prayer.
Chasing Vancouver's gift to Pai'ea
Upon noho lio, dusty and brusque
When thoughts turn to a gentler idea
So strums the lone pianolo at dusk.
Voice of the islands -- no, more: vox humana
Voice of Hawaii, sweet sound of Ohana.


Wow, very nice sonnet!

islander
08-18-2009, 10:50 PM
There once was a girl from Kauai
With looks that made grown men cry
But when she strummed her Ohana
They boys said, "I Wanna"
And she broke the hearts of all guys.

lovedcfc
08-19-2009, 05:31 AM
The woods were silent in the morning. Kane, the creator, was not pleased.

“Let me fill the trees with music.” So he made Makani, the wind.

The people of the woods rejoiced to hear such beauty, but soon became greedy. They wanted to hold Makani in their hands, to possess the music. In desperation, they began chopping trees.

Kane discovered this and sent warnings to the villagers, but they would not stop.

One night, Kane secretly fashioned a mahogany chamber and locked Makani away.
“It is the only way you will be safe,” he told her.

Years passed, and the people forgot Makani, the wind. She still moaned every night, lamenting for freedom. “Ohhhhhhh. Haaaa…. Naaa..”

One day, a man named Ahe discovered the mahogany box, and freed Makani.
“Ohhhhh haaa..naa. How may I thank you?” she asked.
“Only grace me with your music,” he replied.

Makani took the mahogany cell and laid four strings across it. She then put a piece of her soul inside.

Ahe was delighted. “Thank you. I do not know your name. But I shall name this instrument ‘Ohana’ for the beautiful song you sing.”

And that is how the Ohana ukulele came to be.


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200 words exactly :D

(oh and I joined the forums just because I saw this contest)

psst. Arrscott, I like the sonnet too.

uke142464
08-19-2009, 09:50 AM
one day, in the great valley of saut de puces*, resting in the small islands of tahiti, an old man named chanson*, sat on his porch. A tear landed on a wooden board near his foot. His only daughter, Ohana, had passed away. His wife, and now his daughter. He reminisced about his daughter's beautiful voice. A voice that moved mountains. He stood up. "Ohana?" he could hear her. he stumbled down the steps. "Im crazy!" he thought, and yet, he kept moving towards the sound. "Ohana? why are you doing this to me?!" he cried. He followed the melodic tune into the forest. Through the trees, again and again. He found himself running to the voice. He fell to his knees. "OHANAAAA! Where are you?!". he began to sob. out of the corner of his eye there was a shimmer. He turned, "Ohana?". A small ukulele lay on the ground. It was beautiful. A reflective gold, with a beautiful grain. The old man picked it up. He wiped the dirt from the headstock. "Ohana, you've come back to me."

*saut de puces- jumping flea in french
* chanson- song in french

the.ronin
08-19-2009, 09:58 AM
Whoa so there’s like 149 posts so far and say 90&#37; of those are entries and the rest intermittent oohs aahs and useless drivel like this one (haha) so say about 135 entries at 200 words – seems ukesters have a canny sense of hitting 199 or 200 exactly, yours truly included – that’s 27,000 words that need to be read. :rofl:

And then judged. :shaka:

Brown
08-19-2009, 12:24 PM
There once was a girl from Kauai
With looks that made grown men cry
But when she strummed her Ohana
They boys said, "I Wanna"
And she broke the hearts of all guys.
short n sweet
:cheers:

ukulelescott91
08-19-2009, 03:33 PM
In one small village there was a young boy named Koka. By the time he grew up and became an adult he did not have enough money to live a normal life so he lived in the slums. The only friend and relationship Koka thought he had was between him and Ohana His Ukulele. Every day he would just sit and play his ukulele. One day Koka had a man come up to him and said wow what a wonderful sound that is. That same man came back and back until one day that same man said would you like to play in front of a crowed. Koka said sure and then the went of to play in front of a large crowed in the park and that is when is friendship, his love for his Ohana ukulele payed off.

FSUkulele
08-19-2009, 06:27 PM
Long ago, young Vita was exploring the forest when she stumbled upon a small clearing surrounded by an amazing assortment of trees. From one spruce tree she plucked a stringed instrument. She felt a voice from inside it speak, “ukulele”. She sat to play, and a kind of music she had never heard was flowing from her own hands by that ukulele.

Soon, animals came from the forest, enchanted by the magical sounds. They began to pluck ukuleles of their own. Some from willow trees, some preferred the shape that a pineapple tree produced. Even the frogs could play the little sopraninos found near the ground of the mahogany trees.

They all played together for weeks on end, never leaving the clearing for fear of losing the music. They could not agree on which ukulele style was best, for they had their own tastes. For this reason, they decided to name them all Ohana. Family of ukuleles.

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That was fun.

Goat Rancher
08-20-2009, 03:04 AM
Hear goes...
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Many, many years ago, there were five fisherman from Kauai that went to Niihau to fish. They found a beautiful inlet in which to fish, and there they stayed. They fished all day, and spent the night there. The next morning, they found one of their comrades missing! One fisherman said, "It was man-eating spirits. If we don't stop them, we will all be eaten!"
One fisherman was a well-respected carpenter, and knew some about the spirit world. He proposed to make an instrument that could tame these evil spirits, so that they could no longer harm men. All day he worked on this masterpiece. As night was falling, he finished, tying the last string. Then, he waited. Soon, the man-eating spirits came. Quickly the fisherman raised the instrument, and began to play. The melody was so haunting and beautiful, the spirits were enchanted. They loved the music so much, that they went into the instrument, so that they might always hear its enchanting tone. Thus the Ohana 'ukulele was born.
Now, when an Ohana 'ukulele is played the sweetness of the fisherman's playing is heard, as well as the wildness of the spirits within it. Passionate, and beautiful.

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That was fun! :)

Gator
08-20-2009, 05:34 PM
Many years ago, there was a fisherman named Palani, who lived in a hut near the beaches of O’ahu. He was a good man, but he was lonely, and his fondest wish was to have a family to call his own. Because Palani was a kind man and had a pure heart, the gods took pity on him, and sent a magic Honu to visit him. One day, as Palani sat on the beach, the Honu approached him and said, “The gods have sent me to fulfill your heart’s desire”, and with that, the Honu turned into an ukulele. Palani was puzzled, but he trusted the gods, so he picked up the ukulele, and strummed the strings. The sound was so sweet, that Lono smiled, and sent a rainbow to the ground that turned into a loving wife for Palani. When he saw this, Palani cried tears of joy, and when these tears hit the sand, they turned into children. Palani looked at the ukulele, and said, “You have given me my heart’s desire, an ohana to call my own”. From that day forward, Palani and his family made ukuleles, and everyone on the island called them “Ohana Ukuleles”.

Malcolmd3
08-21-2009, 12:37 AM
At the dawn of time, a small object was birthed from god's infinite womb. At its time, the feeble ears of mankind could not fathom its sweet sweet sounds. To the naked eye, it was only a beautifully carved piece of wood but it was much more. It was called Ohana for its purpose was to bring the world together. It has taken centuries, but it has completed it's mission. The most beautiful of it's long line of decedents lies in the offices of the sexy UU staff awaiting to be bestowed upon a boy aptly named Malcolmd3.

yullargado
08-21-2009, 07:53 AM
Long ago, before roosters wandered the lands, our ancestors came ashore the islands of Hawaii. Knowing that they were blessed to have found such a place, they lived a well-balanced life; they flourished, yet maintained the islands' beauty. Secretly, they were observed by the Hawaiian gods.
The gods, impressed by our ancestors' respect for all things Hawaiian, provided them with plentiful food and protection from anything harmful. Most importantly, they provided music and song, by the campfire. When the gods played, they were touched by how much love and happiness it brought to our ancestors.
The godess of song and dance, Laka, gave them the wisdom to build the first ukulele. But, when it was first struck, not a sound came out. Puzzled, our ancestors asked,"Why?" Laka, answered,"You must first practice the spirit of "ohana"; you must open your heart to everyone as if they were family, like what we have done to all of you. When you play, you must play with the goodness of your heart's intentions. Then and only then, will you and those around you will hear and feel the magic of the ukulele; you shall have no worries, you will be overwhelmed with happiness, everyone will feel like one big family. Thus was born, The Ohana Ukulele.

Mahalo, very much,
Yul

lancemanion
08-21-2009, 08:03 AM
:shaka::shaka:


There once was a girl from Kauai
With looks that made grown men cry
But when she strummed her Ohana
They boys said, "I Wanna"
And she broke the hearts of all guys.

Gino808
08-21-2009, 08:14 AM
Long ago on the island of Oahu there was an evil creature that terrified everyone with unbearable sounds. The evil creature with its peanut shaped body and four hairs that waved rapidly everywhere went, village to village making kids cry and adults cry much more worst. These attacks by this monster did not stop for years until one day this beast came to the village Ohana lived in. When the beast entered the village everyone ran with children in hand, but except for one person Ohana, what the monster did not know was that Ohana was a old man that lost his hearing long ago. Ohana came outside his home finding that everyone was gone ,except for this beast that was looking at him its hairs extended like lightning and grasped Ohana by his hand, pulling him closer and closer. Ohana grabbed on to a long stick. With one stick in hand Ohana came closer to the monster until it was right in front of it. Ohana with all his might drove the sharp stick in to this monster, unwrapped the hair from his hand and tied it to the top of the stick. When the people came back, Ohana was seen with monster in hand . That was the start of Ohana Ukulele. THE END

jcohen
08-22-2009, 04:29 AM
A long time ago there was a beautiful goddess who was mother of all things musical. She reigned over many lands but her favorite was an enchanted island where there was harmony between all living things.

In the center of this island the beautiful goddess had created a magical tree. Every evening the pods opened and villagers would remove ukuleles, one more splendid than the next. They made glorious music until the silver moon beams rose high in the sky. Then they played one final lullaby, and carefully placed the instruments back in the pods, according to laws set forth by the beautiful goddess.

There came a time when a timid boy fell in love with a girl. He felt he could only win her heart by singing to her with a magical ukulele. One evening, during the music-making, he crept away from the village and hid a ukulele in a bush.

At that moment tidal waves crashed into the land, drowning all life, and destroying forever the magical ukulele tree. Saddened, the beautiful goddess allowed the single ukulele to float away unharmed. It is the original Ohana, with a touch of magic carved into the wood.

JYUkulele
08-22-2009, 08:26 PM
It all started that day. The day maui was trying for pull the sun. Brah, to bad he never pull 'em. He just said "Brah stay up late so i can make my ukulele!" The sun said "I no like, No need ukulele." Later that day, Or sould i say night, maui was frustrated. He told his family "Eh, help me pull da sun braddahs and sistahs!" They Agreed. The next day They all went try for pull 'em.... And what do you know??? The sun finally said "Ok, You won, I'll stay longer." And maui said to himself, You know what? Ohana means family.... Since we were all in this together, I'll name the ukulele brand "Ohana Ukulele." Then, The ukulele was BORN. ::music::

kris808
08-22-2009, 09:53 PM
Young Kawehikaia was taught to play the ukulele at the age of 4 by his dad. He never got to play outside with the other kids, never got to watch cartoons, never got to do any kid stuffs. One day his dad got sick & when he passed away his mom told Kawehikaia that daddy had left him the little Ohana Ukulele. His 4 older brothers & sisters was upset because he was the youngest child but he got dad’s favorite uke.

They hid it from him and every night he cried for the little Ohana Ukulele. Then one night he dreamt of how his dad would sit on the porch all day teaching Kawehikaia how to play. The next morning, he woke to find the little Ohana Ukulele under his pillow. He saw his brothers & sisters sitting at the table with red puffy eyes crying to mom about having nightmares all night.

That night he played a beautiful mele for his family, it was the lullaby their father played for them when each was a baby. His brothers & sisters cried & apologized to Kawehikaia & never hid the little Ohana Ukulele again. :shaka:

Danny
08-23-2009, 05:20 AM
There once was a boy who awoke to find himself alone on a raft in the middle of the ocean. He could not remember how he got there or where he had come from. He spent many days on his lonely raft, surviving on fish and rainwater.

One night, he awoke to a sound coming out of the darkness. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. It was light and playful and made him think of dancing fleas. The boy paddled through the pitch-black night as the music called him onward. Eventually, his raft washed up on a beach. The boy was exhausted from paddling and fell asleep on the beach.

When he awoke the next morning, the boy looked up to see a crowd of warm, friendly faces looking down on him. A girl stepped forward out of the crowd, held out her hand and said, “Don’t worry, we know who you are.”

“You do?” the boy replied, “Who am I?”

“You are Ohana.” said the girl. “You are family.”

She handed him a small wooden instrument with four strings, and as the boy began to play, he remembered.

crowbardog
08-23-2009, 09:03 AM
A young child was walking down the beach one morning, when he discovered the most beautiful item he had ever seen. Its wood gleamed flaringly in the sunlight like fire; the mother of pearl edging its body shined forth colors he had never seen. It could only be a gift from Kana. And when his fingers brushed on the gut strings, it made the most beautiful sound.

The boy went up to the mountain for the afternoon and began to explore the magical instrument. His passions, frustrations, thoughts and emotions all seemed to flow effortlessly through his innocent fingers and into his new friend. His new friend would repay the young boy’s trust and honesty with a happiness and positive vibration that sang to the boy.

The boy returned to the village that evening, playing his newfound delight. On that moment, that day, in that village--the hustle and bustle stopped and everyone looked and the happy little dancing boy. That’s when a village elder, who was feeling the love the little boy and his new friend radiated, said, "Look at little Ohana! He’s like a dancing flea!" Everyone laughed and the village celebrated into the night.

Bamboo Boarder
08-23-2009, 11:59 AM
Hey UUers!

Click to check out the official contest video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD7HbKqaE8k

We've had this beautiful Ohana soprano locked away in it's shiny new hardshell case we NEED to give it away to one of you soon! So if you're up to the challenge (or just want a new ukulele really badly) here's what you can do ...

1. Write your own "Legend of the Ohana Ukulele". Be as creative and imaginative as you want (just keep it PG, please).
2. Post it in this thread.

Rules:
- Stories must be less than 200 words. Keep it short and sweet.
- Only one entry per person (we'll count your first entry), so polish it and perfect it before you post it.
- As stated, keep it PG. Your legend should be creative, but also something that you'd be able to read to a 5-year-old without having to think twice about censorship.

Prize: Ohana SK-35 G (Solid Mahogany Soprano) + hardshell case
Deadline: August 31, 2009 (11:59pm HST)

Hawaii is filled with many myths and legends. If you'd like to familiarize yourself with the structure and style of Hawaiian legends, HERE (http://www.k12.hi.us/~kapunaha/student_projects/Legends_of_Hawaii/legends_of_hawaii.htm) are a few classic Hawaiian legends, as interpreted by 4th graders (and around 200 words each).

Good Luck - now go get your writing on!

From the time I was a small seed, I knew I was going to grow up to be something wonderful that every one loved. About ten years have passed. I grew to be a big strong tree. I started to lose sight of my dream of being something wonderful.

A few days later an old man walked up to me with a big smile on his face then he turned away and left. He returned a few hours later and said you’re just what I have been looking for. So he cut me down and took me to his shop.

He worked weeks on me. He put his hart and soul into me, I finally felt like I was getting closer to that special dream I had, but I knew not yet what he was making me into. I started to take form. He strung me with four strings, and tightened them. He plucked each one till I sounded just right. He would play me and walk up and down the streets. People would come from miles around just to see me and listen to my beautiful alluring music. After that day I was known as the Ohana Ukulele.

ah1288
08-23-2009, 04:25 PM
There was once a very lonely boy, who enjoyed sitting beneath the shade of a tree near the beach. He did not find joy in the games of the other children, and his only friend was his beloved tree which sang to him on windy days.
One day, once the boy had grown, he asked the gods to grant his friend the power of speech, so that they might share the song in a language both could understand. At that moment, the tree whispered to him, "I can help you, but it will mean you may no longer sit beneath my shade. I am willing to fell myself for you, because you have kept me such kind company these past many years."
And with this, the young man stood back as his friend fell to the ground. The sound of the wind through her leaves whispered, "My name is Ohana," and the young man knew exactly what to do. From his friend's sacrifice, he created a beautiful ukulele, which in turn helped him to create beautiful music. Because he could now sing with his friend Ohana, the young man was never lonely again.

CheezeGrater
08-23-2009, 06:54 PM
A man and a women who were unable to child a birth, were one day blessed through the God of Fertility. Blessed with a young boy, who was gifted from birth. He could play the ukulele with grace that would make Aldrine proud.

The parents saw the marketability in him, and decided to milk the potential as much as they could. This lead to the involvement of the family with Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris was then known as the King of Advertisement, and began to promote the young boy.

The young boy was apprehensive about performing for anyone other than his family, but he performed for crowds of thousands to make his parents proud. This caught the eye of an amazing man named Iz. Iz then went on to teach the young boy how to play an amazing song called “Over The Rainbow.”

The boy went home, played it to his parents , and they realized that money wasn’t what made them happy, but that being a family was the only thing important.

asianness
08-23-2009, 10:46 PM
Long ago, there was no music in the land, nothing to brighten a boring day. This was accepted by everyone, they didn't know there was such a thing as music. One day, a man from a far away land came. He brought with him a shiny looking device, one they had never seen before. He strummed and they saw the world through new eyes. Colors were brighter, people were happier, there was music! Then one day he left without a trace. The people were lost without it, desperately trying to recreate the perfect sound. Many people tried but could never match it. The people started to lose hope fearing they'd never recreate that beautiful sound again. Then, the man returned to their land bringing with him hundreds of ukuleles. "Where have you been?" asked the people. "I left to build ukuleles for all of you, so we all can make wondrous music as a family!" he exclaimed. And emblazoned on the ukuleles was the word Ohana as a reminder of the real purpose of music, to bring us together.

Jfred
08-24-2009, 04:40 PM
There once was a tiny girl with a voice as big as the sea, her name was Ohana. She lived in a village at the base of a mountain. Ohana’s job was to sing a gift of song up the mountain every morning to please the God who lived there. Ohana didn’t remember a time when she could sing for herself. One day she had enough, “I won’t sing anymore!” The God was so upset that he cried and cried until the mountain started melting away. It was decided that someone would have to climb the mountain to console him before the village was ruined. The bravest villager accepted the challenge but he quickly got stuck in the mud. It seemed all was lost until tiny Ohana began the ascent. At the top of the mountain Ohana met a crying boy with a broken ukulele who said “I only asked you to sing because I can’t play anything on this broken ukulele.” Ohana reached deep into her throat and pulled out half her voice which she used to repair his instrument. The God played once again, and from that day on the most musical ukuleles were always called Ohana.

PapaKopp
08-24-2009, 05:01 PM
Back before Hawaii was tropical it was in fact a polar region and there lived a giant panda bear. One day this panda ran into the most beautiful eagle to have ever walked, no wait, flown this earth. They became very good friends and eventual had a child. This child inherited from its mother both her wings and her magnificent beauty, and from its father the body of a panda (which, I mean, come on. They are SOOO cute). This child grew up as any normal panda body winged kid would. One day he got the biggest stomach ache ever, but when his stomach growled it didn’t growl, but it sang. It made the most beautiful sound any animal had ever heard. Eventually, however, he had to go poop. And when he did a strange stringed instrument fell from his butt. Scared to keep it because of the stomach aches the panda body eagle winged child flushed it down the drain where it eventually was poured into a volcano. Then thousands of years later when the volcano’s erupted and melted all of the snow away the instrument that the child had pooped out was spewed from the volcano. It was found nearly a millennium later by the first humans to land on present-day Hawaii and has been loved ever since.

molinee
08-24-2009, 05:17 PM
uncle shaped it
uncle dressed it
uncle laid his hands upon its face and blessed it
auntie cradled it to her chest and breathed into it her loving breath
uncle offered it to the sun and the wind danced upon his son
auntie and uncle lay their special gift at your feet
enjoy their gift to you .... Ohana :)

anniekate76
08-24-2009, 07:15 PM
Once, when Ohana was playing on the beach near her house, she met another girl, Jan, who didn't live in her village. Jan knew many games that Ohana had never played before, and Ohana taught her all about the island. Soon they were best friends. The summer flew by as they played together every day.

But one morning when Ohana got to the beach, she found her friend crying.

"What's the matter?" asked Ohana.

"Our vacation is over. I have to go home tomorrow!"

Ohana was sad, but she wanted to cheer Jan up, so she said, "Well, won't it be nice to get back to your own beaches and waterfalls?"

But Jan just cried harder. "We don't have those where I live! Soon it will be winter, and we'll walk around on sheets of ice with cold, drippy noses. And we'll have to wear so many clothes! If you put on everything in your closet at once, you wouldn't be wearing enough to keep you warm."

"That sounds awful! But don't worry," said Ohana. "I will give you a ukulele to take home. Every time you play it, the aloha spirit will create a paradise wherever you are."

beleg
08-25-2009, 04:43 AM
Legend of The Ohana Ukulele

When she was only a child, Cara Ohana found a bird’s nest that had fallen from a tree. Inside the nest she found a hurt baby sparrow. Cara brought the bird home and with great care nursed the bird back to health. The bird was so grateful that she decided to sing a song for Cara and her family. Cara’s family had never heard anything so beautiful. The asked they asked the sparrow to stay and bring the joy of music into their home. The sparrow knew that she could not stay with Cara’s family because she needed to return to her own family, but she did not want to leave without giving Cara's family something. The sparrow flew around the island looking for the perfect gift and after a long search, she finally found it. She flew back to the family’s home and presented them with a Mahogany seed. She explained to them that if they planted this seed, a tree would grow and that with the wood of this tree they could construct a ukulele that would allow them to make their own beautiful music.

dab745
08-25-2009, 04:51 AM
The main part of the Island was a cruel, desolate place. People seemed only to be, not to live. There was precious little joy in their lives. Few believed there was more to life than their dreary routines. There was however, one place that was less cruel. It was said to be magical. It was tha OHana bluff.

At the zenith of the bluff grew a lone Koa tree. The only tree on the island. And the brave few who would venture close to the blufff, could hear a soulful, sweet sound. It was haunting in its purity. It brought peace, transporting those few to a better place. However, the trecherous trek back to the main part of the island erased the fragile memory of their joyous moments and they quickly fell into their routine of dispair.

That went on for years until one day a little girl who made the trek with her grandfather, strayed when they were close to the tree. She ws able to get so close to the tree that she hugged the tree. At that moment, the tree shook and from it fell a large branch. The branch crashed to the ground dislodging a small Ukulele.

The girl picked up the instrument and took it to her grandfather. He strummed the Ukulele and it made that same sweet magical sound that the legend spoke of. They rushed back to the main part of the island plucking and strumming the instrument the entire way, keeping their memory alive! They told all of their journey and the people finally had something to believe in. Music. Joy. Thus the legend of the Ohana Ukule began.

MistahBones
08-25-2009, 07:36 PM
wassup guys, im new here, jst heard this website from my friend and about this contest well, I wasn't able to make a short story so i guess im disqualified, but i still want to share the story that i came up with, i hope you guys enjoy X)

A perfect day shines on a loving family, this family has such a strong bond, that everyone in there island wished that they have and had the same family, but, one day, a God questioned there bond, to the extent that the God claimed the man's wife and his two children, the man begged for the God and asked what he would need to earn his beloved family back, the God said "I shall give back your family, in exchange for an item that give's out the same happiness that you receive from your family."

The man, desperately seeks for such an item, but could not find such a thing, he sat down under a tree to try and think things out when suddenly a gust of wind blows, along that gust of wind was a beautiful sound, the sound was so beautiful that he nearly forgot about his problems, he suddenly realized that this may be the item that he was looking for, the man then followed where that beautiful sound was coming from, as the sound becomes louder and louder he spotted a large tree, under that tree was a small object, he curiously walked towards the tree and found an Ukulele, he reached for the Ukulele and gently strummed it's strings then an overwhelmingly beautiful sound rushed out. The man began to cry and said "Finally, I will be able to reclaim my family."~~~~The End X)

Midwest Ukester
08-26-2009, 03:07 PM
In the early 1900’s, a group of young native boys from Maui, Hawaii were strumming their ukuleles on the beach in hope that a beautiful lass would notice their gleaming melodies. One boy, named Kanoa, was rather unhappy about the sound of his ukulele, for its strings could never keep in tune. As he strolled the beautiful, white sand beach, with the warm surf at his feet, Kanoa’s ukulele would pierce the sea breeze air with its distorted sound . Because of this, all of the other boys in the group teased him. So, he went home to construct the most magnificent ukulele that anyone has ever seen. His grandfather, named Ohana, supplied him the finest Mahogany wood in all of Maui. After putting a polished glaze over the ukulele, and the final touches to his completion, his grandfather was mesmerized by its glorious music. Kenoa decided to engrave a name for the ukulele on its frets. In his grandfather’s honor, he engraved the name “Ohana.” Young Kanoa returned to the beach with confidence. After playing an eye-tearing Hawaiian riff, he walked away with his dream girl, leaving the rest of the boys speechless.

Midwest Ukester

bbqribs
08-26-2009, 06:20 PM
Sea pounded steadily against mountain. Wind rustled tall palms and made them sway in time. And now and then, Rain pattered down on mountain's rich earth. All together, they made music.
One day, Sea asked Mountain: "Oh Mountain, will you please give us a melody for our rhythm song?" But Mountain said nothing.
A small, green shoot pushed up out of the rich earth. Sea, Wind and Rain kept on making their music. Wanting more, again Sea said: "Mountain, give us a melody for our rhythm song. Still, Mountain sat silently.
Green shoot grew tall from the island pulse. Its bright blossoms unfolded, then fell off its branches. Sea pounded harder against Mountain now, demanding: "Mountain, why no melody for our rhythm song?"
Long time passed. Then a sigh. At last Mountain spoke. "You must learn patience, but my tree has grown strong with your rhythm song. Only now is it ready to be transformed. The Ohana ukulele inside will add its sweet melody to your music."

And ever after, the voice of the Ohana ukulele was heard rising in island song.

oncloudnine
08-27-2009, 12:39 AM
A long time ago, ukuleles would play music for themselves and by themselves, never combining their unique talents.
When one would play,another wouldn't add his individuality, he would play on top ,copying the whole rhythm, trying to prove he was better.
The problem was, when arrogance was in the way of talent,the Gods above could only hear an awful noise, not the tender,flowing rhythm they should be hearing.
Laka, the goddess of song and dance, made it her duty to teach the ukuleles about the importance of 'ohana', or family. The only way she could get her message through, was to create a new ukulele,a shy yet audible one, willing and able to teach important values through crisp yet soft music. She named him 'Ohana'.
One day when competition was rising, when talent was going to waste, Ohana strummed his silent,simple song in the background, and the other ukuleles stopped. They'd never heard such purity.
Through his song he taught them about the importance of listening,speaking up and waiting your turn. Through his song he taught them love,kindness,individuality and grace.Through his song he taught them Ohana.

:)

186 words (If you go to word, paste your text and then click word count yoou can check - but you probably all knew that:) )

zachperry3
08-27-2009, 11:12 AM
there was a time when the ohana ukulele was played by the uke's owner everyday. but one day the owner bought a guitar and everything changed the poor poor ohana uke never got played again. intill another day one of the guitar's strings broke and the owner of the ohana had nothing to play and he remembered of the ohana ,he picked it up and never put the beutiful ohana ukulele down again.

THE END

i hope it isn't more than 200 words

zachperry3@comcast.net

cornfedgroove
08-27-2009, 05:55 PM
Years ago when Haleakalā was still a flourishing paradise, there was a young luthier on a journey to the summit of the House of the Sun. He wanted to harvest the finest wood which grew near the mountain top. As he came to a clearing, he was captivated by the beauty of Haleakalā, and overwhelmed with true aloha. Investigating, the man found a host of skilled luthiers on the mountain, fast at work, and fighting for wood in competition over who was greatest. Devising a plan, he began harvesting a wood ignored by the others. In time he crafted an elegant ukulele from this unwanted wood.

Sitting down in the clearing, and began to play. Such beautiful tone had never been heard, and the luthiers gathered to him. He sang of lokahi, akahai, haahaa, and the rich traditions of the Hawaiian people, and warmth filled their hearts. The unwanted Koa had held the hearts of the Hawaiian people, and harnessed the song of nature in its wood. In the end, the student became the master teaching that true “aloha” was found in “Ohana”, his ukulele. Ohana now means family, for we are all one in aloha, the breath of presence.

cornfedgroove
08-27-2009, 06:00 PM
I'll have you know I did some danged research on Hawaii, and cut that crazy thing down from about 500 words...the longer version is way better.

I just wanna know if it could be appreciated by a true Hawaiian

gravitycrushers
08-27-2009, 07:57 PM
:nana:A long time ago in a small hawaiian vilage there was a poor family. The father struggled to provide for his wife and children. Each day he would hike up a moutain and pray to the gods that he could make ends meet.
One day as he hiked up the mountain and he heard a beautiful noise. He followed it to a cave and there sat an angel strumming a small instrument. The angel told the man to take the instrument and play it for every one to hear , and teach them how to play and pass it on. The man asked the angel what he should call it. She said the ohana ukulele. So the man did as she said and his family suffered no more and the ohana still lives on till this day. Sometimes if your lucky you can hike up that same moutain you can still hear the angel strumming the ohana.

the.ronin
08-28-2009, 07:17 AM
Wow 19 pages of legends!!! :eek:

How the heck are the judges going to read all of these??? It’s going to take months haha. :D

anniekate76
08-28-2009, 10:57 AM
Wow 19 pages of legends!!! :eek:

How the heck are the judges going to read all of these??? It’s going to take months haha. :D

Once there was a sad Island boy. He was sad because he'd started a contest, but there were too many entries to read. He went to his grandfather, and said, "Oh, grandfather! How can I read all these entries?" The grandfather scratched his beard and then said, "My grandson, you should ask the god of the volcano." So the boy went up to the top of a volcano and threw his laptop in, hoping the god of the volcano would tell him who to pick.

Unfortunately, the laptop just melted.

The end

the.ronin
08-28-2009, 11:02 AM
Once there was a sad Island boy. He was sad because he'd started a contest, but there were too many entries to read. He went to his grandfather, and said, "Oh, grandfather! How can I read all these entries?" The grandfather scratched his beard and then said, "My grandson, you should ask the god of the volcano." So the boy went up to the top of a volcano and threw his laptop in, hoping the god of the volcano would tell him who to pick.

Unfortunately, the laptop just melted.

The end

WINNAR!!! :worship:

shaymin37
08-28-2009, 12:04 PM
A long, long time ago there was the most beautiful ukulele ever to be known in the world. Her name was Ohana. She had the looks, the voice everything. She lived in the village of Beauty. The people of Beauty wanted to keep Ohana safe, so they locked her in the temple of Grace. Ohana was forgotten by the people of Beauty. Ohana felt like none wanted her and she was hated by everyone. She was lonely and sad, she wanted to sing so badly but there was no one to play her beautiful strings.
Then one day the doors from the temple of Grace blow off and Ohana was never to be seen again!

Moral: Don’t lock your ukulele in there cases and forget about them if you got a new one or something, they need to sing to.

Andross
08-28-2009, 03:37 PM
A time ago, there were two rival villages always fighting with each other. Though no one remembers what the root of the problem was, both of them had suffered great losses.
One day, a boy from one village walked down a road towards the other village. He believed that all people have good in them and went to see if it was true.
Likewise, another boy was coming from the opposite direction with the same thing in mind.
Fate would have it that they met half way, in front of a huge tree where the Cuckabarro sits. The bird saw they wanted to help and told them to reach behind the tree, where they would find the Ohana Ukulele. The Cuckaburro then said that if they could get both of their villages here, the ukulele would play and peace would return.
The boys convinced their villages that there was great wealth behind the great Gum tree and that the other village shouldn’t get it first. Both villages rushed to obtain this wealth. When they met, the boys called the Cuckaburro and the Ohana Ukulele began to play.
It was so beautiful that the villages put aside their differences and became friends once more. Both sides realized that Ohana is more wealth than any one thing can give them.

chinuke
08-29-2009, 06:37 AM
There once was a grandpa whose name was Ohana and he could tell the greatest stories. And when he told them he didn’t “tell” them, he sang them so beautifully in fact that everyone from all over came to see him. People would sit and listen for hours on end without even a thought of moving because these truly were the best stories. Ohana seemed to have an unlimited stock of “stories” from the quick and exciting to the slower and sadder, but not one that someone didn’t like. Now Ohana was reaching his end and could barely get to his legendary chair outside. Everyone was worried because it was only a matter of time but that didn’t stop Ohana from singing. Then one day when they came to see Ohana but when they came there was a cloth covering the chair and when Ohana didn’t come, out a boy walked up to the chair pulled off the cloth and their was a four-stringed instrument and engraved at the top was the name “Ohana”. The people didn’t cry for they knew this would happen, but now they could sing they all could sing with the help of Ohana himself.

ROGUE WAVE DAVE
08-29-2009, 11:04 AM
Before there were beautiful,small boy and girl children,there was Ukuleleland. It was a nice place,where Ukulele Luke got his name and wrote,"When You Wish Upon A Star". Walt Disney liked Ukuleleland so much,he changed its name to his own.


Loving"Somewhere Over The Rainbow" like everyone else,Mr Izmapizaredi? could no longer play The Cancer Song. Why? He ate the last ukulele.


The Menehune tried. Ponce`Ponce tried. Dog and 5-0 tried. Science and medicine could not. The French Polynesians saved The Music from the Spaniards hundreds of years ago.


Waving northward with the Tiara Gardenia,the sound and smell of a new ukulele was soft and gentle on Izzy?'s skin.


Last time we saw Izzy?,he was making a ukulele,shaped like Tiki's wife,Vahine,and using my second niece/fourth cousin's hair for strings.


The ad read,"For Sale,Ohana Uke,Never Used.".:shaka::shaka::shaka::cheers:

naturalamericanspirit
08-29-2009, 11:13 AM
In the beginning a single tree rose from the waters. Atop the tree was a sleeping goddess, and as time went on that's where the sleeping goddess stayed.
And so it came to pass that a boy was born with the purest eyes in all the land. He revered the tree for he knew it was ancient, but knew not that the sleeping goddess rested atop it. Every night the boy would cry at the foot of the tree about the destruction his people brought to the land.
One day the elders decided to cut down the majestic tree to build gargantuan structures. The boy was sitting at the foot of the tree weeping when the ax men came to claim it, but he would not move for he loved the tree very much. And so he heard the sleeping goddess' voice in his mind, "Take this Ohana ukulele, and show them." And an ukulele dropped into the boy's arms. His tears dried as he began to pick the most beautiful melodies for the ax men who were now crying themselves. In the end the axes fell to the ground and love was restored.

Gerry Quinn
08-29-2009, 12:20 PM
Late in the eighteenth century, on the island of Madeira, lived an orphan flea named Manuel. Whenever he heard music, he would jump higher and higher. He became known as "the jumping flea". One day he jumped so high that he landed aboard the sailing ship "Ravenscrag" that had just left port for parts unknown. He was unable to make the long jump back to shore so he took shelter in a magnificent glass pitcher that was in a crate on the deck. He soon realized that this was indeed a magical bottle because it was the home of a genie named Joao. They became good friends during the voyage and the genie granted Manuel three wishes. Now fleas have very simple tastes so Manuel wished: 1. That he could, once again, be part of a family. 2. To always have beautiful music in his life. and 3. That he might spend the rest of his days in a beautiful warm location. Soon the ship docked in beautiful Hawaii. Thanks to Joao, Manuel went ashore having become a master luthier. He opened a shop called "Ohana Jumping Fleas" which in Hawaii means "Family of Ukuleles" He built many instruments that were the pride of all who used them and he lived happily ever after with his family of jumping fleas.

Jayne
08-30-2009, 03:42 AM
Long ago when the warm seas were ruled by Kanaloa, there lived on the Forbidden Isle of Ni'ihau a boy who was lonely in a world without love, laughter and music. He spent his days worshipping Kanaloa who in return allowed Ku to take the fruits of the sea to feed himself.
One day whilst fishing, Ku heard a strange and beautiful sound drift across the sea. Mesmerised he swam the furtherest he dared and spied Ohana, a maiden as beautiful as the sunset itself on the Garden Isle of Kaua'i. Ohana smiled at Ku and instantly his heart became hers.
Kanaloa was insensed with fury and dragged Ku to the depths of the sea where he drowned.
Ohana was distraught and begged the God Of Life Kane to spare her beloved Ku. Kane took pity on the maiden and taking a branch from the sacred Koa he fashioned the first Ohana Ukulele which her gave to Ohana to play by the sea to warm the heart of the angry Kanaloa. On hearing the beautiful music Kanaloa released Ku from the depths and placed him on the Garden Isle of Kaua'i to reunite him with his beloved Ohana.

sleepsinashoe
08-30-2009, 04:36 AM
The little boy wanted to sing
But he was the son of two trees
So when he went asking
All he heard was a-gasping
That's not what a tree's to be!

His mother just said, "Tata"
When pressed she reprimanded,
with a "Na!"
When a why was demanded,
All he was handed
Was a command to see his papa

Father let out a hearty
"Ha!"
When told 'twas no joke came
“Oh.”
First confused, then bemused
He decided to let him choose
But to school, little tree was tardy.

So the little tree sat in tree school
Learning about trees and their tools
But bored, he dreamed
And with ideas, his head teamed
He could sing, how long he'd been a fool!

And thus a fine blade he gripped
So with love and care,
he carved himself to bits
And from the shavings was sprung
A little lute, but fun!
And with his great wit,
He reversed his parents quips
And little tree was named,
Ohana

tortoise
08-30-2009, 07:42 AM
One day, a volcano erupted and everyone ran to hide. Everyone except one small boy, who found the volcano funny. The volcano was very angry to see the small boy laughing.

“How dare you laugh at me?” The volcano roared. “Because you make gigantic farting noises!” laughed the small boy. The volcano shook the ground with rage. “Be afraid small boy! I can block out the sun and make the earth tremble”. The small boy laughed again. “That’s just indigestion! I’m not afraid of an angry bully who has indigestion and farts! You need to relax and learn to enjoy life.”

“And how can you relax me, small puny boy?” The small boy smiled and started to strum. Suddenly the air stilled, the sun came out and the volcano relaxed. “That is amazing! What is your name and what do you play.” “My name is Ohana Ukulele – I made this instrument but I have not named it.” The volcano replied, “Thank you Ohana. I name your instrument an Ohana Ukulele, so that when your ancestors play, I will remember you.”

The volcano relaxed and forever more was soothed by the sound of Ohana Ukulele.

Celine
08-30-2009, 08:53 AM
Once upon a time on Hawaii’s Island lived a young girl Mily. Unfortunately her Grandpa was very sick bedridden and febrile. Many doctors came to his bedside but none succeeded in curing. Mily was sad and wanted to help Grandpa but how?
One day she found a mysterious book. Intrigued, she rushed to open it. And then she discovered that a ukulele called Ohana had extraordinary powers. Its sound could heal anyone!!
Mily so excited hurried up, took her bag pack ready to adventure toward Mount Mauna Kea. Few hours later, still no ukulele. Desesperate, Mily starts crying…
Suddenly she heard a pinch voice. She turned and discovered a tiny ukulele who said:
“Hello girl! Are you lost? You seem sad... My name is Ohana. May I help you?”
Mily jumped for joy: “Is it you who can save people?? My Grandpa is very sick. We need help.”
“Of course!!” answered Ohana. “You just have to rub my strings and you could hear marvellous sounds...
Ohana and Mily came back home. After few chords, miraculously, Grandpa’s fever disappeared and he feels better!
A big party was held to thank Ohana and everyone lived happily ever and ever.

Playscool39
08-30-2009, 12:49 PM
What great legends everyone wrote! This is what I heard about "The legend of Ohana". (Sorry for my poor grammar and errors in the spelling).

In an age where gods and mystic creatures populated the earth, there was a beautiful princess called Ohana. One day the princess heard a song so sweet she couldn’t resist and she had to find out where it came from. On a leaf near the waterfront she saw a jumping flea. Enchanted by his voice and appearance she came day after day back to hear him sing.

The flea noticed her presence and asked her to join him and sing along. The princes hesitated because she wasn’t a good singer. Instead she brought a little instrument what looked like a harp. Together they played from dusk till dawn.

They fell in love with each other, but it was a forbidden love. Her father was furious and wanted the flea’s head. The princes didn’t want to leave her loved one. Running from her father’s soldiers. They fell from a cliff into the sea

The next day the grieving king saw something drifting ashore. It looked like an instrument he had never seen before. IT made a sound so lovely he got a smile on his face and happiness filled his heart. He called it Ohana Ukulele, an instrument of true love.

uke been to australia?
08-30-2009, 03:38 PM
hey playscool39 mate
my nanna is from Holland i definatley plan to visit their one day

ukehappy
08-30-2009, 04:37 PM
Long ago, on the island of Kahoolawe, there was a small fishing community that thrived off love and family. During these times music was not yet around.

Haku approached the ocean at high tide, as he did he saw a strange solitary piece of, what looked like, koa wood laden with metallic objects, and strings. Curiously, Haku crept towards the queer item, and gently plucking a string; the most remarkable, melodious tune rang out. Thousands of thoughts raced through his mind! He rushed back to his village shouting. He arrived at his village and gathered everybody. He told them what had happened, and as they made their way down to where he had described, the object was no longer there as it seemed low tide had taken it away. Haku was extremely disappointed and decided to recreate this strange thing. Using his memory, he pieced each part together using wood, fishing line, and shells. When it was done, Haku tried out this piece of craftsmanship, plucking the string, the entire village cried out in amazement as they heard the notes being emitted from the strings. This is how the Ohana ukulele came to be, evolving with coming generations.

Littlebelle
08-30-2009, 04:54 PM
It was the trees violent thrashing in the wind that woke me before sunrise. As I peered out my bedroom window, I could see the thunder and lightning having a drumming battle in the dark sky, while the ocean slam danced along. Instincts told me the Goddess Pele was displeased and sharing her anguish. Hoping that she was not going to overflow the volcano in her dismal moment, I turned to flip on the light; I looked over to see the frightened expressions on my children’s faces.
Trying to sooth my children, I gently strummed my ukulele and sang to them the lullaby that my father used to play when he wanted me to sleep. As I played I could hear the thunder and lightning fade and the wind slow, allowing the trees to stretch their tattered limbs. I continued to play as everything began to calm and my family fell peacefully back to sleep.
Full of curiosity, I stepped outside and played just for Pele. As I played, I noticed the sun shyly peek through the clouds enough to cast a rainbow. I smiled knowing that Pele was smiling back admiring the beautiful sounds of my Ohana’s Ukulele.

ckizziah
08-30-2009, 05:04 PM
This is my first post at the ukulele underground. It was difficult keeping my story down under 200 words, but I managed an exact count. I hope it is worthy of a new uke.



Fox lived in the mountains close to a small village. He lived alone except for a small family of fleas who lived in his beautiful red coat. Fox hated the family and tried to get rid of them but never could. They spoil my coat he thought.
Fox would often sneak into the village and steal food, making the villagers hate Fox. Hunters from the village pledged to kill Fox and bring back his pelt. They set traps and caught him.
The family knew Fox was in trouble and decide to help him. They jumped on Fox’s whiskers to get his attention. Their jumping made a sweet sound that also drew the hunters’ attention.
Hunters were amazed at the sound coming from Fox. They cut the whiskers from one side of his face and stretched them across the frame meant for Fox’s skin. They played all day.
Fox promised to never steal from the village again, so they let him go.
The hunters took the new instrument home. When asked what it was, they remembered the fleas jumping on Fox, so they called it a ukulele.
Fox was now happy with his family, his ohana and let them play often.

eeldude18
08-30-2009, 06:34 PM
Long ago, on the island of Molokaʻi, lived a man who grew up an orphan. His name was kaleoaloha, which means "the voice of love". He was known for his voice. The village people were getting tired of him, because he sang everyday non-stop. So one day, he took a walk on the beach. Out of nowere, a heared a beautful melody. Looking around, he saw something up ahead of him. There in the sand, lay a ukulele. Kaleoaloha picked up the ukulele and asked, "Are you lost?". The ukulele said nothing. Then he asked her, "Are you from around here?". She said, "No". Kaleoaloha then said, "Oh, well were is your family?". The ukulele said, "I don't have one". After awhile Kaleoaloha took the ukulele back to the villageand as she played, he sang. The villagers enjoyed it. Kaleoaloha then looked down at the ukulele and asked, "What is your name?". The ukulele said, "I don't have one". Kaleoaloha then said, "Then I will call you Ohana". The ukulele asked, "What does that mean?". He replied, "It means family". The ukulele asked, "Why that?". He said, "Because, you and I are now family". Ohana then said, "Thank you".

tbone
08-30-2009, 08:03 PM
The Legend of the Ohana Ukulele

Many years ago, there was a young family that lived on a beautiful island. The father, Ikaika, the mother, Nani, and four young children, Ma'ema'e, Hewa'ole, Kolohe,and 'Aka'aka. One night a spirit came to Ikaika in a dream and told him that the island on which they were living was to be swallowed by a great wave. Ikaika hurriedly packed all he could onto their sailing canoe, gathered his family and set sail feeling confident that the spirits would guide them to safety. During the journey, a furious storm blew up all around them with howling winds and battering waves. Ma'ema'e, Hewa'ole, Kolohe, and 'Aka'aka were terrified and clung tightly to Nani. Using her beautiful voice she sang their favorite songs to calm them. Ikaika held tightly to the tiller and called out to the spirit, "I ask you please, no matter what happens, keep our family together forever!" The spirit heard the cry and with that Ikaika was transformed into the strong body of a ukulele. Nani became the beautiful sounding strings while Ma'ema'e, Hewa'ole, Kolohe, and 'Aka'aka became the pegs, each holding onto their mother forever. That ukulele became known as "Ohana"

Fio1999
08-30-2009, 08:25 PM
Hi Guys. I guess I am the new guy in the UU. THis is the first time posting something so here it goes...

[B]The Legend of the Ohana Ukulele

Once there was an ohana who were well known all over the land. They were Uk, Ku and the twins Le and Le. They brought joy, happiness and love through their music.

Then there was a kahuna who was so jealous of the ohana's music that he put a spell on them and turned them into fleas. Now Uk, the head of the family, decided that no matter how small they are it will not stop them from bringing music to the land. So they built a wooden house with four strings for each member to jump on to make music.

Then the kahuna found their house. He tried to catch them by startling the strings with one hand and catching them with the other and in the process a pleasant sound was produced. The sound was so alluring that it caught the attention of the people. When they came upon the kahuna, they heard him shouting, "Jumping fleas ... Ohana ... Uk, Ku, Le, Le ...!"

So the people named the sound coming from the wooden house with four strings, "The music that came from the house of Ohana UkKuLeLe. In time, the house was simply known as Ohana Ukulele.

adyoxyfree
08-30-2009, 08:27 PM
There was once a carpenter who desired to build a grand house worthy of his neighbor’s envy. He hiked into the forest and found the oldest mahogany tree. As he lifted his axe, he heard a whisper in the breeze.

“Who’s there?” he demanded.

A maiden appeared from the mist.

“I am Ohana, spiritual keeper of this tree. If you desire your neighbor’s envy, host a joyous party tonight and every fortnight.”

The carpenter obeyed Ohana and each night she sang silvery songs that delighted the spirit. The parties were the talk of the town and even the very rich dreamed of an invitation.

One day, his neighbor built a grand house worthy of envy. The carpenter immediately stormed into the forest and chopped down the mahogany tree to build his house. As it fell, an ogre jumped out and wreaked havoc on the village. Only Ohana’s melodic voice could calm the ogre. She lured it deep into a cave where they both disappeared forever.

Sadness descended over everyone in Ohana’s absence and the carpenter was full of guilt. He built an ukulele with the mahogany, played it every fortnight and hoped its notes would bring Ohana home someday.

nic579
08-31-2009, 03:57 AM
The Legend of the Ohana Ukulele
In the time before the European men came and stayed the Hawaiian people and the Menehune would sometimes work together one doing for the other what they could not do for themselves. But the Menehune chief was not happy with the new European men and requested that the Hawaiian chief run the white man off away from the islands. The Hawaiians killed the great European captain and held a ritual with his remains to ward off the return of the Europeans but this was not enough and they returned to stay. The angry Menehune chief swore to stay hidden and never help the Hawaiians again until the Europeans were driven away. To remind the Hawaiian’s of the Ohana that they once shared together and the task they must accomplish they masterfully crafted this first Ohana Ukulele, who’s sweet music "like the voice of the menehune" would work to remind the Hawaiians forever of their lost little neighbors; now forever hidden in the forest jungles of the Hawaiian Islands.

yonggon
08-31-2009, 07:16 AM
Once upon a time, there lived a princess named OHANA. She was such a beautiful girl and the king and queen were so happy to have her. However, she had one BIG problem. She had to cry for hours and hours before she could go to bed.
Her cry was so loud that even the chief priest in the far-far-away mountain could not meditate at night. So, the priest prayed and prayed for help. One day, a holy spirit appeared and showed him a way to woods near the big volcano where the lava flew to nearest old tree and carved the tree into a small magical instrument. The holy spirit gave it to the priest.
The priest traveled a long way with the instrument to see princess OHANA. Then the priest played that instrument to her. With the peaceful melodies, strange bright light surrounded the crying princess and made her smile. After that magical moment, OHANA became the happiest princess in the whole world and she never ever cried again.
People called the instrument OHANA and have made them ever since. It is still played by many parents when they need to soothe their crying babies.


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Actually, this is based on my story. I wanted to sing lullaby to my little princess when she was born. However, I was not good at musical instruments. Then I came across this instrument called Ukulele which seemed rather friendly compared to other instruments and started learning to play.

I am still not a very good player, but I and my 3-year-old happy princess will love Ukulele forever! (whether I win the contest or not)

specialmike
08-31-2009, 09:00 AM
Before television and radio, people would play music to have fun. In Hawaii, the people played the ukulele. It was inexpensive and it brought joy to everyone's heart. It was their traditional instrument, a birth-rite to play the ukulele and learn how to play. Sadly, when the white man came with their fanciful guitars and their close-minded way of thinking, the ukulele became a target; "What a silly instrument!", "People who can't play guitar play the ukulele." The fools would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars to buy a guitar that would drown out the sounds of the ukulele. One group of ukulele makers couldn't take it anymore; they decided to leave. With them, they brought precious Hawaiian Koa so that when they found their new home, they could make an even better ukulele. It was difficult; they wanted to create an instrument that was inexpensive, yet beautiful so that it would make guitar players envious. Eventually, they did so. They called it “Ohana” because it represents the love for their family they had left behind. The sound? Sweet. Everyone could afford one. Even today, Ohana seeks to bring joy to ukulele-players and to covert guitar players to ukulele players.


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ukefett
08-31-2009, 09:06 AM
One day Ohanu was picking fruits when he heard the song of a goddess on a nearby beach. Moved by her sounds he decided to make a tribute to her in thanks.

He searched the island to find the perfect tree for he knew that the tree held the birds’ song. He carved a shape representing rolling waves of the ocean that the goddess sang of. He added a long neck to represent the tree that allowed him to build his tribute, and on the top he found four white stones to represent the heavens.

When the goddess returned he presented his gift and she was flattered; she had never seen a human build anything so beautiful.

“You have shown your devotion and for that I thank you,” as she was talking she pulled four hairs from her golden hair. “Tie these to the rocks that represent the clouds and run them down the neck of your sculpture. Anchor them to what you made as the sea and connect the heavens and the earth. Every time you pluck from these hairs I will send my song down to you from the heavens.”

And with that the Ohanu Ukulele was born.

captain_eddy
08-31-2009, 10:32 AM
There once was a ukulele craftsman's apprentice who was secretly in love with the craftsman's daughter. But the craftsman had intended for the daughter to marry the nobleman's son. "If you can build me the most beautiful sounding ukulele, your daughter can marry my son" said the nobleman. So the craftsman started working on his biggest masterpiece. He and the apprentice worked for weeks on the ukulele. Fine tuning until it was perfect.

At noon the next day the whole town had gathered to witness the big happening. Once the nobleman arrived with his son, the craftsman brought them the ukulele. The nobleman couldn't wait so he started playing immediately. But no matter how he played it, the ukulele only cawed like a crow. The noble was was insulted, and left angry with his son. The craftsman was flabbergasted, and inspected the ukulele. But what he didn't know was that the apprentice cursed the ukulele the night before. So that only he could make it sing like the angels.

The apprentice grabbed the ukulele and started playing on the uke. The whole town cheered for him and when he asked if he could marry the craftsman's daughter. The craftsman said...

Sorry, that are my 200 words, so I guess you just have to guess what the craftsman had said.

seraphglow
08-31-2009, 12:19 PM
Long ago, a tiny Hawaiian village was protected by a Legendary Tree. The Tree was planted by a beautiful goddess when the island was young. Alika, a master ukulele builder, stared at the Tree from his window every morning and wondered what knowledge the Tree could share.

One night, a powerful storm passed over the village. The villagers awoke to see smoke pouring from the mountain. Alika looked and saw the Tree has vanished. He ran to the spot where it stood, only to see glowing embers. Lightning had struck down and burnt the Tree, except for a tiny piece. Alika carried it back to the village and wept.

With the tree gone, everyone was afraid that a dark spirit would come down from the mountain. But, Alika used all of his craftsmanship to turn the remaining wood from the Tree into a beautiful ukulele. Alika began to play and a lovely melody came forth. The Goddess spoke through the music and calmed the angry mountain spirit.

Alika named the ukulele Ohana, because it contained memories and stories from generations past and present. Shared throughout the island, it can still be found wherever there are friends, family and beautiful music.

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Thanks for reading! ^_^
-seraphglow-

Citrus
08-31-2009, 12:27 PM
This thread sure brought the lurkers out, it's like 2/3 of these people are making their first post, you guys should post more often!

nic579
08-31-2009, 01:00 PM
This thread sure brought the lurkers out, it's like 2/3 of these people are making their first post, you guys should post more often!
Looks as if they just joined also.

UkeNinja
08-31-2009, 01:08 PM
This thread sure brought the lurkers out, it's like 2/3 of these people are making their first post, you guys should post more often!
Yes. And I find it amazing on the other hand, that very few regular members / prolific posters have not chimed in yet. Last minute strategy to prevent "the ultimate story" from being copied? Does sharing a story make you look more vulnerable? Is doing a video cooler?
Also, not much discussion going on, no banter... Anyways, amazing! :nana:

Little under 12 hours to go! (if the internets is not mistaken)

kiddfixit
08-31-2009, 01:14 PM
Yes. And I find it amazing on the other hand, that very few regular members / prolific posters have not chimed in yet. Last minute strategy to prevent "the ultimate story" from being copied? Does sharing a story make you look more vulnerable? Is doing a video cooler?
Also, not much discussion going on, no banter... Anyways, amazing! :nana:

Little under 12 hours to go! (if the internets is not mistaken)


I can't speak for others, but this sort of contest was not as intimidating as some of the previous contests. I've been playing for less than 6 months...I personally feel that I have a WAY better shot at writting a 200 word story than trying to compete against more established players in an ukulele duel.

rayan
08-31-2009, 01:59 PM
I can't speak for others, but this sort of contest was not as intimidating as some of the previous contests. I've been playing for less than 6 months...I personally feel that I have a WAY better shot at writting a 200 word story than trying to compete against more established players in an ukulele duel.

We try to do one of these types of contests every couple months because we realize there are a lot of new uke players. We've done other contests like "Bling For Your Thing" which was just taking a picture of you hanging something from your uke and, "All the Places Uke Can Go" where all you had to do was make a video with your uke of where you are from. We'll for sure to continue doing these types of contests to make sure everyone always will always have a chance to win a new uke.

the.ronin
08-31-2009, 02:08 PM
I just joined recently and happened upon this contest. As someone that runs a niche online community myself, I think this is a brilliant idea for getting people involved – even after discounting for the shills and ip-spoofed multiple entries. Heck, I might run a contest on my site (not rich enough to give out ukes so don’t get excited).

Anyway, I hope you do more of these sorts of non-playing contests for noobs that suck at the uke like me.

YogaJen
08-31-2009, 02:53 PM
A great river separated two tribes. They were always fighting, always stealing from one another. It started long ago. Everyone knew there was a reason - something awful had happened – no-one remembered what. Still they kept on fighting. Children learnt – ‘do not speak to the other tribe - do not trust them’.
Time passed; many people got hurt. No-one was safe or happy.
One day the grandmothers from both tribes were by the river. Across the water they saw sadness in each other’s faces. That day they crossed the river. Around a campfire they told stories, laughed and cried. By chance one grandmother picked up her ukulele, a gift from her mother so long ago. She began to strum. Another found hers, another got hers. Slowly sadness turned into music. Laughter travels fast. Young and old from both tribes came carrying their instruments. There was strumming, singing, a great celebration. They declared ‘War is over - from now on we make Music!’ One question remained - a Name for this instrument of peace. The grandmothers called it ‘Ohana’. ‘With our Ohana, we are Family’. That's how the ukulele made peace between the villages, and the mighty Ohana got its name.

ckizziah
08-31-2009, 03:42 PM
yesterday was my first time posting. I just recently began playing the ukulele. My six year old daughter said that she wanted to try playing and I thought it would be something we could do together. I was thrilled to find such cool website. There has been so much to see and read that I hadn't ever posted anything. I'm looking forward learning everyone on the community.

I thought many of the stories were awesome. I don't see how they will ever pick a winner.

cornfedgroove
08-31-2009, 04:03 PM
well, I have an idea on how to simplify their decision:) lol

cuz I WANT THAT UKULELE!

but I must say, I really enjoyed some of the stories on here...more than that, I enjoyed reading some of the Hawaiian history, tradition and culture. There is absolutely nothing like the Hawaiian community...I've only known one true Hawaiian, and in all sincerity, you could not ask for a more polite, well mannered, kind and caring individual. Saito!!!

much aloha

yukelord
08-31-2009, 04:18 PM
Once, not so long ago, there was an awful folk singer named Chad Thortoon. He played terrible acoustic renditions of popular songs from the last four decades. He was hired by cruise ships and resorts to play his terrible music. He did his part to feed the vapid appetites of the unadventurous tourists.

One night, a team of engineers who were at a Hawaiian resort for a conference listened to Thortoon’s renditions of awful popular songs and decided they needed to stop him. They were working on a device that emitted enough gamma radiation to miniaturize whatever was in its crosshairs. They decided that Chad Thortoon and his “music” were a detriment to society. He needed to be made small.

They zapped him and contained him in a small jar (they would sell him on eBay). They noticed that his acoustic guitar had now become a ukulele. Since they were in Hawaii, they decided to give it a vaguely Hawaiian-sounding name and create a hokey Hawaiian legend about it. They figured that by conjuring some sort of mythology, they could sell it for more than it would normally be worth. Then they could pay off their bar tab.

kdka
08-31-2009, 05:21 PM
From 9 to 5, Ohana's ears were tuned to the squeals and chimes of her office fax machine and the bass rumble of the mail cart as it passed by her desk on its interminable rounds. The thrum of the air-conditioner cycled at the 75 beats per minute as Ohana's heart.

Ohana sensed a kind music lurking between her status update emails and Excel spreadsheets, but she didn't know what to make of it. Though the sound of her workday had its John Cage attractions, it was not so melodious.

Ohana went to HR. "This place is sonically deprived, it's stressing me out." The HR rep was very wise. "Have you tried yoga?" he asked, "is your gym membership up to date?" "Of course," Ohana nodded. The HR rep thought a while, then went to his lateral files and opened the drawer labeled "U."

"Try this," he said and handed Ohana what looked like a small guitar. Ohana was skeptical but agreed to try. "We'll review your progress in two weeks" the HR rep said.

Ohana went to the executive conference room and began to strum. The acoustics were great. Two and a half weeks later, she was named CEO for life.

kangatheroo
08-31-2009, 05:59 PM
Legend of the Ohana Ukulele
My great-grandfather Joe died before I was born. We never met, still, we knew each other. I knew him through the love he passed down to my grandparents, then to my own mother, and then to me. I also knew him through the music we shared. Though we never had the chance to play together, we both had a love for the small, four stringed, ukulele. Of the few earthly possessions he left in his will, I treasure the reel to reel recordings of his old band the most. When I listen to them, I like to imagine myself there, inside some dark, smoky nightclub as my great-grandpa Joe furiously strummed away on the uke, belting out old tin pan alley tunes, prompting the audience to exuberant applause.
The Acacia tree they planted over my great-grandfather’s grave is full grown now just as I am. I have kids and grandkids of my own and expect a great-grandchild very soon. The wood we took from the tree, nourished by the literal heart and soul of my great-grandfather was made into an ukulele. When I die, my great-grandchild will inherit it, our Ohana Ukulele.

lancemanion
08-31-2009, 07:24 PM
As Princess Ohana bathed among the gentle waves on the beach she had always known, she felt she was being watched. A dark shadow would follow her in the clear warm water. That shadow was Kahoola, the gentle Shark God who ruled the water surrounding her small island of Kahoolawe. On Ohana's eighteenth birthday she paddled her small canoe past the breakers to her favorite fishing spot, all the time followed by Kahoola, who was captivated by Ohana's beauty. When a rogue wave rolled across the ocean, smashing Ohana's boat, Kahoola revealed himself and rescued the Princess. They instantly fell in love. Ohana brought Kahoola to her village to meet her Royal family who were mortified by Kahoola's ferocious teeth and leathery skin. The villagers grabbed torches, surrounded Kahoola and tied him to a mighty Koa tree. As the villagers set fire to the tree, the Shark God cursed the island, drying up all the fresh water turning the island into a dry barren rock. As Ohana abandoned her island home with her family, she took a branch from the charred Koa and turned it into a ukulele. Forevermore the ukulele would gently call her name as she played.

MiddleButtCheek
08-31-2009, 07:31 PM
Kouko was a man who loved music. He loved it so much that he created instruments to play. His last instrument was the best one so far. Yet when he tried to play, no music came. He was so confused. How could that be? Through hours of frustration he finally set the instrument aside.
That evening the instrument started making noises all by itself. Kouko walked up to the instrument and saw tiny specks jumping on the strings. He realized those weren’t specks but fleas. “Excuse me” Kouko said, “Do you mind if I play with you?” He picked up the instrument and together they were able to make beautiful music. So Kouko decided to name the instrument after them. He called it a Ukulele or jumping flea. Because of their love of music they decided that for every ukulele that was made there would be a flea family to go with it. So that if they came across someone who shares their love of music, then they can create beautiful songs together. But if there is no love of music in the heart of the musician, the fleas will not jump and you will hear only noise.

islander
08-31-2009, 07:35 PM
:bowdown:
As Princess Ohana bathed among the gentle waves on the beach she had always known, she felt she was being watched. A dark shadow would follow her in the clear warm water. That shadow was Kahoola, the gentle Shark God who ruled the water surrounding her small island of Kahoolawe. On Ohana's eighteenth birthday she paddled her small canoe past the breakers to her favorite fishing spot, all the time followed by Kahoola, who was captivated by Ohana's beauty. When a rogue wave rolled across the ocean, smashing Ohana's boat, Kahoola revealed himself and rescued the Princess. They instantly fell in love. Ohana brought Kahoola to her village to meet her Royal family who were mortified by Kahoola's ferocious teeth and leathery skin. The villagers grabbed torches, surrounded Kahoola and tied him to a mighty Koa tree. As the villagers set fire to the tree, the Shark God cursed the island, drying up all the fresh water turning the island into a dry barren rock. As Ohana abandoned her island home with her family, she took a branch from the charred Koa and turned it into a ukulele. Forevermore the ukulele would gently call her name as she played.

This one gave me chills!:bowdown:

OKatUKE
08-31-2009, 08:42 PM
The four families knew they were in trouble. Their pride and selfishness brought evil into the village. Their crops were dying, the animals sick, and the villagers’ spirit all but broken. There was no laughter or singing. Joy was absent. Silence filled the air.

A stranger passed through the village and noticed the despair. He asked the elder, “What has happened?” The elder replied, “The gods have not been merciful to us. Four families have brought ruin to the village for they bicker and argue with one another. ”

The compassionate stranger gathered up the four families and the elders. “Today,” he said to them, “I ask that the families come together and make peace. One family cannot do it alone; all must work together to please the gods and bring happiness back to the village.”

The families looked at each other and agreed that too much time was lost in bitterness and hatred. The families had to consider the other villagers that were innocently suffering.

And from that day, the Ohana Ukulele was so named; each string to represent the four families, now working together in harmony, to bring peace, joy, music and song back to their village.

skyloader
08-31-2009, 09:29 PM
Birds sang happily in the old tree named Ohana in a forest on Kauai. Suddenly a loud “crack!” filled the air, then a large branch fell to pieces to the ground.

"What's happening Ohana?" asked one of the birds.
"I'm getting too old, it’s time to rest forever." he answered.
"But you can't go!" said another bird. "We all gather with you to sing and dance!"
Ohana didn't answer. A few leaves dropped and disappeared with the breeze.

The next morning the birds found Ohana had fallen.
They sadly flew away not knowing whether they would ever sing again.

One day a magical sound came from the forest. Birds came from all over the islands to listen. When they arrived, a young boy and girl were playing ukuleles next to the place where Ohana had fallen.

"What’s that wonderful sound?" the birds asked.
"It's a gift of music from the wood of Ohana." the boy and girl both replied with a smile.

The birds looked at each other, then one by one, began dancing and singing with the music. And to this day, they still sing and dance together thanks to the beautiful spirit of Ohana.

usagi_is_chii
08-31-2009, 09:40 PM
I'm not sure if this is under 200 words since my word processor is failing me! :( But here is my entry for the Ohana ukulele contest:

There once was a time in Hawaii, before man had come to the island, when the creatures of land and sea would echo out in song. The bustling life and vast landscape continued its beautiful score and willed its song to echo into the next thousand years. But one day something new and evil washed ashore, upsetting the balance of the island, and death was condemn to the the land.

New specimens invaded the land and consumed the eggs of the birds. Illness accompanied them, spreading throughout the forest like an errant plague. For a time, it seemed Hawaii had lost its music, it's voice a very whisper on the wind. And soon the silence of the islands lead to tears, causing the oceans to rise that day.

Then one day a stranger from a foreign land drifted ashore, carrying with him a small wooden box with a neck. When he struck the neck, a sound came forth. The sound that bought Hawaii back to life. Joy quickly began to fill the land and soon all the creatures of the sea and the birds of the sky began to sing out. And the man smiled. And the rain ceased. And as time went by he began making more of his strange wooden boxes, forever adding to the music of the islands.

Thus was born the ukulele.

To this day, the man who bought forth this magical instrument is spoken of only in legend. His name remains unknown, but his first ukulele's name, Ohana continues his story and legacy.

anaka
09-01-2009, 12:11 AM
That's it! Thanks to everyone for playing!

And so the deliberation process begins ...