It's Week 26 of our Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey We are half way through the year! Please join us each Sunday as we write and share our memories of childhood. Your descendants will be thankful that you did! Write here as a comment, or on your own blog, or in a private journal, but please write!
Did anyone in your family play a musical instrument? Did you? Did you take any music lessons as a child? What about your mom or dad or grandparents? Did any of them take music lessons or play in a band or have some connection to music?
I always wanted to take piano lessons. But we were poor and my parents couldn't afford a piano for me to practice on. My mom said they couldn't afford lessons either so that was not to happen. My dad played harmonica and I thought he was pretty darn good! But my mom always claimed she hated (yes, hated!) music and we didn't have the radio on or even own a record player until I was a pre-teen.
When I was 10 or 11, instead of the customary bike that all my siblings got as a traditiional 10th or 11th birthday present, I asked for a record player. We didn't own one as a family. My parents were quite shocked - what kid wouldn't want a bike! But I knew I couldn't have both and I wanted music in my life.
In High School I took Music from Grades 9 to 13, much to my mother's horror. I wanted to play drums but mother refused to allow it so I took French Horn instead. It was okay, at least I was involved in music but it really wasn't what I wanted.
As a young married woman I bought a guitar and took lessons. Years later another guitar teacher convinced me to take classical as well as the acoustic lessons. So I had some training on guitar which I loved.
Next I taught myself to play both alto and soprano recorder, then I taught my husband the soprano. We lived on our boat every summer from the time my youngest was 2 until he was about 10 or 11. Together we practiced our duets sitting on deserted rocky islands on Georgian Bay. Any musical instrument sounds amazing when you are perched high on a rocky outcrop overlooking miles of beautiful clear water.
Over the years I taught myself other instruments - not well, and only as an amateur. I was never very good. But I loved it. I have to credit my dad for sparking my interest in music as no one else in my family was musically inclined that I know of!