I can’t really say I come from a musical family, though I inherited my natural gift of music from my Dad. Mum used to play the piano from music, and her mother by a method in those days called ‘soh, fah, te’ which I guess is along the lines of Doh a deer etc.
My sister had lessons but couldn’t master the piano, and although we didn’t actually come to blows each time I picked up her ‘new piece’ after two or three hearings, she did once slam the lid down and I was quick enough to get my hands out of the way.
She later had a go at the cello, but that didn’t come to anything, and so bought herself a guitar which I heard her strum twice. I had a go when she was out, putting it across my lap and playing it like a Hawaiian guitar as I couldn’t stretch my fingers on the frets to play any chords.
Neither of my brothers play (as far as I know), and when it comes to the singing stakes, Mum would knock spots off all of us.
I think the music stops with me though. My sister’s youngest daughter used to dabble but I don’t think she followed it with her heart.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge : Musical