Well, I remember "Bedtime" had an entirely different meaning in our family. We would all gather around the piano and Mum would play our special songs and we would all sing and always harmonise together. As we got a little older we added instruments beginning with the comb (and lunch paper) and moving to the mouth organ and then trumpet and ukelele. Dad loved these sessions too and would swing his arms and always want a turn on the piano to play "When Irish Eyes are Smiling". He and his mother used to sing a lot together and he told us that when his parents got married his father said to his new wife "You wont be a singing and dancing and playing that fiddle now you are a married woman!" At that time we thought that was the saddest thing we had ever heard!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.