Evolution of Music
I grew up with music in my family. At very early age my Grandma Allen played the piano on Sunday afternoons. Grandma played, we all sang,...... Oh, You beautiful Doll, Notre Dame Fight Song, Marine Corp Song etc...it was so much fun.
In the sixties JoEllen had boyfriends that played guitar and even us, little kids were allowed to sing along,..... Lemon Tree, The Book of Love, Secret Agent Man. I am sure it was a way to make sure Jo and her guy were behaving. We all were little spies , especially me, I must confess.
Then my brother Griff picked up a guitar, and the Beatles were all we heard. A big part of my childhood was spent listening to Beatles songs, learning the lyrics, seeing their movies. Watching the Beatles for the first time on Ed Sullivan is a benchmark in my childhood. My younger brothers knew all the words and we all sang together, correcting each other when mistakes were made.They all had good voices, and brothers and sisters are brutal, they let me know I really was off key. The older we got , they would put up with my poor singing. I mean these people were the Vontrap family, they harmonized and everything.
Then in the seventies I brought Rob into the mix. He was Led Zepplin kind of guy. Although he played acoustic guitar his style was electric. He was in a real live band, and played gigs. ( I always wanted to use that line).
As our little family has grown, music and guitar playing has been a big part of our gatherings. It seems that friends we made over the years loved music as much as us. We all seem to have our party piece. It has been so much fun how our kids and their friends have brought their own music and style to our functions.
So here I am with little Abe on a regular basis. And did you know the top three songs for baby toys these days? B-I-N-G-O, If Your Happy and You Know it , Clap your Hands, The ever popular, The Farmer In the Dale. Yes, Little Abe cannot talk, but he gets Grandma Jillsy doing Karaoke to these old gems. He is such a good audience. Other than my siblings who were always telling me to pipe down. Over the years it has not been so important to any of us to sing all that well, Abe doesn't seem to care that I'm off a little. Actually he prefers my squeaks to the toys' renditions. His little laughy squeal makes me feel good. Of course like all performances, it takes the whole package. I am sure my facial expressions really sell the song.
I am in the middle, (I hope I live to be 104) to later years of my life, I finally get the accolades I so deserve. From my Little Abe, with that little gummy smile and his most recent new trick,.... clapping his hands. I finally hear the applause, even though I am the one in my family didn't get that talent, I still love to sing. Sometimes being on key isn't the most important thing, at least to my biggest little fan.
In the sixties JoEllen had boyfriends that played guitar and even us, little kids were allowed to sing along,..... Lemon Tree, The Book of Love, Secret Agent Man. I am sure it was a way to make sure Jo and her guy were behaving. We all were little spies , especially me, I must confess.
Then my brother Griff picked up a guitar, and the Beatles were all we heard. A big part of my childhood was spent listening to Beatles songs, learning the lyrics, seeing their movies. Watching the Beatles for the first time on Ed Sullivan is a benchmark in my childhood. My younger brothers knew all the words and we all sang together, correcting each other when mistakes were made.They all had good voices, and brothers and sisters are brutal, they let me know I really was off key. The older we got , they would put up with my poor singing. I mean these people were the Vontrap family, they harmonized and everything.
Then in the seventies I brought Rob into the mix. He was Led Zepplin kind of guy. Although he played acoustic guitar his style was electric. He was in a real live band, and played gigs. ( I always wanted to use that line).
As our little family has grown, music and guitar playing has been a big part of our gatherings. It seems that friends we made over the years loved music as much as us. We all seem to have our party piece. It has been so much fun how our kids and their friends have brought their own music and style to our functions.
So here I am with little Abe on a regular basis. And did you know the top three songs for baby toys these days? B-I-N-G-O, If Your Happy and You Know it , Clap your Hands, The ever popular, The Farmer In the Dale. Yes, Little Abe cannot talk, but he gets Grandma Jillsy doing Karaoke to these old gems. He is such a good audience. Other than my siblings who were always telling me to pipe down. Over the years it has not been so important to any of us to sing all that well, Abe doesn't seem to care that I'm off a little. Actually he prefers my squeaks to the toys' renditions. His little laughy squeal makes me feel good. Of course like all performances, it takes the whole package. I am sure my facial expressions really sell the song.
I am in the middle, (I hope I live to be 104) to later years of my life, I finally get the accolades I so deserve. From my Little Abe, with that little gummy smile and his most recent new trick,.... clapping his hands. I finally hear the applause, even though I am the one in my family didn't get that talent, I still love to sing. Sometimes being on key isn't the most important thing, at least to my biggest little fan.
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