Background: I grew up in a house full of music. There was a lot country, 50s pop and German polka songs going on. All. The. Time. Records were on the player (vinyl to you young’uns) and lots of singing. My dad played gigs with his accordion. My mom sung in a choir. Both of my brothers sang in high school glee clubs. On the other hand I’m the only one in the family who cannot hold a proper tune but I played piano for a while. I’m also the one who wanted to be a rock star but that’s another post.
This week I’ve been painting this new house. It brings back memories. When I was a kid we lived in a house that needed work. Always. My dad was often updating something and after he died, the rest of us continued. We wallpapered my mom’s kitchen at least three times as she said, “this will last me until I die!” Yet five years later there we were ripping down the old to put up the new while she was putting on a pot of coffee.
We sang when we worked. If I was there it wasn’t pretty but the rhythm of a song keeps you on track. You move to the beat and singing keeps your spirits up. There is a reason why chain gangs had songs.
This week as I’ve painted, I was reminded of old memories. I miss those days but most of all I miss my family. You can make new memories but you can’t replace the old. This song was one of the most sung songs in my house during DIY house projects. We had a lot of fun trying to sing the base. My brother Tom was the best although he’s technically a tenor.
Well, as the Brits say, “carry on!” Back to painting.
My family used to put on records and all sing along while we were cleaning on Saturdays or Sundays 🙂
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Great way to clean!
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Yes, it helped things move along 🙂
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Music does make you want to work to the beat. For years I used a radio headset that had an AM/FM radio and cushy earpads that blocked out all noise. I’d be outside doing yard work and singing at the top of my lungs to my favorite songs. I can’t carry a tune and occasionally I’d be in the front yard doing and look up to see my mom at the door saying “Linda, I can hear you in the house and you sing off-key!” I grew up listening to country-western music and I listened to polka music as my parents watched the “Lawrence Welk show” every Saturday night and I played the accordion … polkas galore back in the day!
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🙂
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That sounds like such fun. You should sing along and pretend they are still with you. I’m glad my human doesn’t sing because it would sound like I was beating up Salem if she did! And if I’m going to be accused of that, I want to be doing it.
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I bet you sing a sweet song of your people sometimes! Maybe on the way to the vet?
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Yep, Salem makes some noise right before he yaks!!
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A lot of my memories are of shared music experience, too, Kate. I still play my vinyl records often. More now than I did 20 years ago. I know that most of the draw is nostalgia. Keep singing while you work. I have read that it’s good for brain health. I think pure pleasure is reason enough, but if it boosts our brain power we’d best take advantage of that. 🙂
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Anything that helps the work go better is good for me. I don’t have any vinyl records. I’m starting to thing my CDs are antiquated. We’ve gotten rid of a lot of our audio equipment and are looking into wireless streaming systems. The thought of wiring a house for music is daunting right now but there are some wonderful systems that work on blue tooth. (Ten years ago I didn’t know what a blue tooth was! Still don’t know why they call it that!)
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What a lovely memory Kate. I remember the song too.
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It’s an oldie.
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I enjoyed your memories. Are you playing music as you paint? Are you singing? What do the cats think?
The last time I dusted in every room in the house, I put on a CD of classical music and finished before the music did. That was probably five years ago.
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The whole house in a day? Whoa! We’ve been doing so much box opening and rearranging that things have gotten…well…dusty and full of bits. Yesterday and the day before we spent some time cleaning the house. Dan swears he filled a 5 gallon can with cat hair. The cats don’t think that’s true (as they re-fur the furniture!).
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I dusted everything with a Swiffer — good for removing light, temporary dust. I didn’t test it by trying to write on the furniture. No quality control whatsoever!
I like that — re-fur the furniture.
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Once in a while I’ll do a damp cloth. It cuts the dust down for longer but then I’ll Swiffer again.
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You are a good housekeeper, then. Few have lower standards than I do.
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I doubt it. I had a routine at the old house and Dan helped so it all got done on a schedule. Here at the new house we have no schedule and spend many days doing project work which only makes more dirt.
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Some day you will be through with these never-ending projects, and then you’ll really enjoy the house
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I hope I live that long! 🙂
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Glad you have some sweet memories.
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Thanks!
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Sweet memories.
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Yes.
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Hey, that song almost makes me feel like doing some work on our house as well.
I did say ‘almost’. right?
Good luck with your painting!
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Almost is good enough!
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I remember that song! I was just recently informed that there are two upcoming painting projects in our home for later this year. Look like I better get my Johnny Cash collection out. 🙂 – Marty
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You have to get some music out!
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I have a room or two that could use a new coat of paint. Maybe some music would be the motivation I need… or I could just sit on my deck and watch the world go by. Procrastination Central here.
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If your weather is nice enjoy it. Life is short. If the color was so soul sucking off, I wouldn’t have done it.
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It sounds like you are painting with a smile on your face because of great memories, and that is a good thing. 🙂
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In the third day of painting and it’s wearing thin….need to get it done. Soon! 🙂
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What a nice music memory. I understand how sometimes it can be melancholy remembering those times when some of those people are no longer with us. Thanks for sharing this sweet memory. Keep up those musical notes and good luck with the painting.
P.S. The story of wanting to be a rock star sounds interesting. 😏
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I wrote about it early in my blogging career. There is nothing like listening to a recording of your own voice. No one has to say anything. You just make the right decision and find another career.
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It’s so true, Kate! I always have to have music on when doing mundane or onerous tasks and it really helps to sing along. I love This Old House and didn’t know Johnny Cash had sung it also. I’ve heard it done by Rosemary Clooney and Bette Midler, and the song struck me as being quite upbeat considering the subject matter.
Deb
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It’s really a sad song if you listen to the lyrics but we still belted it out!
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What a great memory maker. Those voice! Amazing. Have fun sprucing up the new space and recalling family.
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Everything is easier with music!
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Especially when you do it like no one is watching or listening.
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When I’m alone in an empty house, that is the best. It’s an academy award winning performance. Sorta.
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We sang on car trips, as we shuttled back and forth between divorced parents’ houses. (Well, we sang with my mom, my dad can’t hold a tune.)
When we clean the house, I usually blast the soundtrack to “Hamilton.” It keeps my kid from complaining…or maybe it keeps me from hearing him?
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Music always works!
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The whole phrase is keep calm and carry on. The British government had posters printed to put in Post Offices during the war in case we were invaded by the Germans. Luckily they weren’t needed but a lot of post masters kept them as souvenirs. This year keep calm and carry on has been printed on lots of things.
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Good to know!
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Music is comforting. It’s memories, history. Before car AC and radios in cars ( we were always last on the block to have “new” inventions…”Let’s just see if they last before we get one” dad used to say with a grin – during car trips dad and I belted out songs – all sorts of songs – like “purple people eater”. Now it doesn’t feel like a road trip without singing.
(Everybody polka! …of course here it’s often done with a little San Antonio TexMex twist…polka always makes you smile)
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Yes, polkas are very lively. I also knew all the words which didn’t make me popular in high school.
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Your memories are inspiring mine, especially around painting and wallpapering. My Dad was a house painter for a living. He taught me how to apply oil paints….hardly needed nowadays but oh, the memories.
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We did oil paint too when I was a kid. Latex paint is wonderful.
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When I was a child we always had the radio on when we did chores/projects around the house, too. It made I seem better. What colors are you painting your walls?
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Creamy off whites — nothing too exciting but it’s covering up a light sucking tan shade that doesn’t work with my bedding.
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I like creamy white shades. Easy to live with, reflect light nicely.
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It was painted tan. The whole house is tan. I was surprised at how light sucking the particular shade of tan was. It wasn’t kind to watercolor paintings either so it had to go. I prefer light shades mostly with the occasional color wall for accent.
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Music always makes things more fun and it prompts wonderful memories. I’m sharing the video with my father. He’s a HUGE Johnny Cash fan. Thanks!
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We all loved Johnny Cash but my mom also loved the old-timers that I don’t remember as well.
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What a lovely way to work on a project! And a great memory. 🙂
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Thanks! it is.
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My Dad was a big record guy – loved Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole……that’s the music I remember hearing all the time in our house. Once in a while he’d waltz my Mom around the room to the music but that was rare – just something I can recall happening a few times. When I moved out and was on my own I was immersed in music…..as many were in the 60s/70s. My favorite time to listen to music is on a long drive with just me in the car and some of my favorite CDs blasting away. Memories attached to those songs from that era…..mostly GREAT memories. Glad you’re getting into the painting project – memories of music playing while DIY’ing in the past will get you through it all with a SMILE on your face!!
Hugs, Pam
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Every week on Friday night we did the grocery shopping. My mom, my dad and me. My brothers were already out of the house. We bought one new tool and one new record every week.
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I never heard that song before . . . it’s perfect for accompanying DIY projects!
Happy memories are often bittersweet
As we long for the chance to press “REPEAT”
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It was popular in my house. Maybe it went with our house. The house I grew up in was the same house my mom grew up in so it was family.
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I put on music when I’m in the mood to cook up a storm!
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That’s the other time. Can’t do Christmas cooking without carols. Can’t do summer without Jimmy Buffet!
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Yes! Crank up the tunes!
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our house was full of music, but my mom preferred tears don’t lie in an endless loup followed by a french guy named Adamo. Apart from missheard lyrics I thought french is, to speak german with an accent… oh my…
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🙂 There were a few songs in other languages and my interpretation was always….interesting.
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