Today’s subject is Music.
I inherited my natural gift of playing by ear from my Dad. It wasn’t unusual for he and I to be playing duets on a Sunday afternoon, and eventually I would be playing both halves, so he was content to listen.
When we were living with my paternal grandfather, we would all go up to the working men’s club on a Wednesday evening and I would play the golden oldies for a singalong.
When my parents bought their last house, it was a while before the piano was taken out of storage, but the old lady next door had one and I was invited in to play.
I’ve played in a few pubs and unofficially at my cousin’s wedding in 1970 when out of boredom I asked if I could play their grand piano. Unbeknown to me, the bar staff turned on all the microphones and my music, bum notes and all, was wafting through the hotel.
I played at Bro’s first wedding in 1965, earning myself five bob for The Carnival is Over.
That always reminds me of my first MIL as it was the only thing she heard me play.
A lot of the songs I know remind me of someone, somewhere. Maybe that’s why I stick to the oldies because of the memories they hold.