Songs your Mum and Dad used to sing.

timoc

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My Mum and her next door neighbour used to sit at the table in our house peeling potatoes or mending kids clothes and listening to the wireless. It was my 13th birthday, and this song was becoming popular, so much so, it became a favourite of my Mum. When she was in a good mood she sang it regularly.

Doin' What Comes Naturally (Complete)



Dad had a deep, deep voice and sang all the Paul Robeson songs, like this one.

Paul Robeson - Ol' Man River (Showboat - 1936)


Your Mum and Dad must have had songs they liked, and maybe they were good singers.... tell us about them. 😊
 

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Mother couldn't carry a tune, she was tone deaf.

Papa sang all kinds of songs as myself. Eclectic. Anything from the 1920s until his death in the 1970s.

He taught me how to sing and got me in the local church's choir. I sing from Soprano to Alto.

His favourite singer was Roger Whittaker who whistled and Papa, who was a wonderful whistler and showed me that too.
 
My mother couldn't carry a tune in a basket. I inherited her inability to sing.

My dad, however...oh, my, he could and did sing. He was a Barbershopper and sang in a quartet with three of my uncles and also sang in a Barbershopper chorus. When I was little, he had voice lessons on Saturday afternoons, and my older brother and I took turns going along.

During the 40s he cut some records for Decca. I don't know whatever became of them...could be that one of my brothers or sisters has them?

Estrelita, Night and Day, You Are My Sunshine are songs I remember him singing often.

When he was older, maybe in his 50s, he auditioned for the Atlanta Symphony Chorus and was accepted. He was so excited that he decided renting a tux for performances just wouldn't cut it and paid a king's ransom to buy his own tux and have it tailored.
 
My mom made up songs. A different one for each kid. The one she made up for my baby brother was silliest of all...

"Oo Dus a Widdow Tinky" (translation - You're Just a Little Stinker)

Oo dus a widdow tinky tink-tink,
Dus a widdow tinky, tinky, tink tink-tink.
Oo dus a widdow weety weet-weet (sweetie),
Dus a widdow weety, weety, weet weet-weet.

Hey, it worked. He always stopped fussing.
 
My father never sang. My mother sang stuff like Roger Miller's "King of the Road"...badly! If you were especially lucky, she'd take out her violin and saw on it while you were expected to listen in rapt attention...oh the pain, the pain! 🙀
 
I only heard my dad sing once. We were all in one car, going out to dinner & my niece who was 12 yrs old, played a tape of "Let It Be" in the car. My dad starting singing, "Let it Be....Let it Be." We all ROFLOL!

My mom never sang - unless there was a song called, "Drop Dead, I wish you were never born." :ROFLMAO:
 
My dad was the singer in the family. He had a beautiful tenor voice and I grew up listening to him singing around the house and listening to his opera records. There are many songs that I associate with him but this is one that he would sing to my mother.


Their neighbour was from Chile and when his parents used to come over to England for a visit they would always ask dad to sing Amapola for them.


I'm very fortunate that I have a tape recording of him singing and I really must do something about getting it onto a disc or the computer at some point.
 
My dad was the singer in the family. He had a beautiful tenor voice and I grew up listening to him singing around the house and listening to his opera records.

I'm very fortunate that I have a tape recording of him singing and I really must do something about getting it onto a disc or the computer at some point.
Do it today, Pam, do it today. ☺️
 

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