52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - Whistle While You Work
This week in the 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History blogging event is Week 9: Sounds. Describe any sounds that take you back to your childhood. These could be familiar songs, jingles, children playing, or something entirely different.
Whistles. No, that THAT kind of whistle.
There were two type of whistles that my sister and I grew up with. Our mother had us trained like Pavlov's dogs with her's. Her distinctive short 3 tone whistle could mean anything. I remember getting separated from her in a store. I was panicked! Where was my mommy?! Then, I heard that familiar whistle! There she was! I also remember hearing it when I was outside and she was in...or she was in the front yard and I was in the back. Wow! Could that whistle carry!
Our father now, he was a master of the whistle. Whether it was a short catcall or one of his favorite Glenn Miller recordings, our daddy was an artist. And he whistled all the time. We owned the lot across the street from our house and half that lot was a garden. He could be heard there as he was hoeing or picking produce. Doing odd jobs around the house, he whistled. During hikes on our many camping trips, he whistled. During good times or bad, work or rest, he whistled. I remember one day, when I was visiting my parents and he was working outside. The windows were open and his whistling came through the windows. If I could name one consistent music of my childhood, it's my father's whistling.
Two very different types of sounds - one very special feeling. Mother's been gone three years now, Daddy two.