Tuesday, November 18, 2014

MUSIC - MEMORY PROJECT DAY 16


(noun)
vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in 
such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, 
and expression of emotion.

I do not come from a very musical family and that has always made me so sad.  I love music and wish that I had been blessed with the gift that brings so much joy personally and to others.  My mother's singing voice was actually the worst one I have ever heard--and I've watched a lot of American Idol. 

On the other hand, my grandmother had a beautiful soprano voice and my earliest memories are of her rocking me and singing to me in German, specifically O' Tannenbaum.  
Grandma Mahr with me in March, 1958

My Grandmother was everything good and kind and loving.   She called me Dolly Dimples.  I miss her every day.


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2 comments:

Audra Picarello said...

Music is a favorite! I have so many memories of listening to 80's and country music in my dad's gradient blue GMC Sierra. I'm fairly certain that's where my own love of music was born. I was obsessed with Journey throughout middle school, and "Faithfully" is still one of my favorite songs.

Kimberly Hoyt said...

I think my mom could have given your mom a run for her money, in a competition for worst singing voice :) And I inherited her lack of ability, in spades. Not just in singing, but with music in general. I remember in 2nd or 3rd grade music class, I could not tell that the recording was of two different women singing. I joined band in 6th grade and played clarinet until 8th grade, when the band teacher finally asked me to "find something better to do with his time." hahaha My piano teacher, who was paying his way through college by teaching, actually told my mom she was wasting her money on lessons for me :) Seriously, I was that bad! I can't differentiate between close notes, can't tell when someone (or an instrument) is flat or sharp...

When my son was little I was trying to teach him little songs and he finally patted my knee and said, "Mommy, I'll just have daddy teach me the right way." :)

A few years later he told me on the way home from church that if I was in the choir, they'd have to fire me!

And final story: when he was about 9 or 10, he asked me if I could NOT sing when standing next to him in church because it caused him to go off key too. I asked if he'd prefer I lip-sync (I was joking) and he, in all seriousness, said, "That would be great, mom!"

I give up! hahahaha