Music Monday

 And the theme this week — Songs that make you think of your mother

My mother loved music.  She loved Broadway musicals and opera.  But she also loved folk music, even tried to learn how to play guitar so she could play folk music.  She loved to sing, but almost always forgot lyrics and made up her own. 

So the songs I’m selecting today are from my mother’s eclectic “playlist”.

This is one my mom used to sing

  

Another one my mom liked to sing

  

My mother wasn’t really into rock music, but I remember being in the car with her when I was very young and she sang along with this song.  I think it was because of the French … she loved foreign languages 

  

I had to include Italian opera …

  

This next song … my grandmother loved this song and sang it all the time.  She had learned it at a summer “camp”, she’d taken my mother and my aunts to some sort of summer program on Long Island to escape the sweltering Bronx…My mother never sang it while my grandmother was alive … but after she was gone …

  

This last song … my parents loved Broadway musicals, they had the cast albums from so many Broadway shows …but Fiddler on the Roof  had a special place in their hearts. My father’s parents came from a village outside Kyiv.  My mother’s parents were from Poland — my grandmother from a small village, my grandfather from a city.  Fiddler told our family’s story.  At my wedding, my father and I danced to this