As I’ve grown older, I have slowly realized how much of my childhood was defined by music.
From my Dad’s records, his whistling, my Mom playing the piano or singing, we three kids taking piano lessons, then my brother and his guitar. Radio, records, tapes, adding all the choir music throughout our years in catholic school.
There are many songs I associate with events, places and people.
If I had to narrow my parents’ themes, it would be Chopin for my Mom and Vivaldi for my Dad.
This waltz in particular always makes me think of home.