A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
I grew up with music in my family. My Dad played drums daily, he and my Mom loved to sing and encouraged us to sing too. I remember having impromptu “concerts” in our back yard in East Wemyss with other youngsters who loved to sing.
Dad bought us girls accordions and my brothers bongo drums and maracas, so we made happy noises together frequently. Our Uncle Joe and his boys would sometimes bring trumpets and voices so that we could just have a big happy bash playing together.
My sister and I were in demand for some local dances, playing our accordions. We were both in the Dunfermline and District Accordion Band and played in many parades.
When I came to Canada, I left two accordions behind in Scotland. My sister sent on the smaller one to me some time later. Wish I had been able to have my bigger one too. However…….I did purchase another slightly bigger one later on, and I have an even smaller one as well! I could start my own band! 😉
I had laid aside the accordion for many years, but when I married, I joined my husband, who played guitar, and we made lots of happy music together. We’d practice many an evening and people would drop by to listen and enjoy. We also played worship music together in church, a lot of the old hymns. I miss those times.
In Bible school, in Alberta, my husband and I played at the local Senior’s Lodge and in the extended care unit of the hospital, at Sunday services, and also at churches we attended while in Bible school and other functions in surrounding places, when we travelled with a group.