I came across this little recorder tucked a way in a bedside drawer today. It brings back so many memories. In the early 60s, I lived with my auntie and uncle in Leicestershire, England and attended school there. My teacher taught us to play the recorder. I loved playing it as I had always wanted to play an instrument. There were no music classes in American elementary schools at that time. I loved this recorder and played and played all day long. My uncle was a carpenter and made me this little carry case for it. I was so proud of that little box. My uncle passed away this year. His birthday would have been Christmas Day. I think he would be happy that I still treasure this little momento from him. Happy Birthday in heaven Uncle Maurice!