Whenever we got together as we grew older, we would be round the piano on various instruments jamming. We would play for hours, now and then swapping instruments. We were amazingly proud of ourselves and had a fairly good idea that we were making wonderful music! Our Dad encouraged us by coming in to dance with us as we played, and Mum would be singing some song as accompaniment in the kitchen. So, we were enjoying ourselves immensely until the day one of the family came in to us and said "Do you realise how awful your jamming sounds? It is out of tune and quite horrible to listen to!" Oh dear, as they say, "the wind was taken out of our sails!"
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.