When we were living on the French Riviera my husband Ron had spent many painful days in bed hardly able to move. One evening we heard music playing. Going down in the lift we then joined an open air concert on the beach. Two hours later we nearly danced back to our flat!
Once I was in hospital in Brittany expecting to be there for several weeks. My doctor, a close friend, came to visit me. Sitting on my bed he serenaded me with his guitar. I went home the next day! It was Duke Orsino in “Twelfth Night” who said “If music be the food of love, play on! ” My life would have been so much less without it.
At the age of 5, I was singing duets with my father. As teenagers, Ron and I sang for many years in the choir of Hanham Road Congregational Church in Kingswood. No television in those days! For our personal enjoyment Ron played his keyboard or our piano, and I sang. He also played the clarinet, but his favourite instrument was his accordion.
With the Red Maids Choir we sang at the BBC in Whiteladies Road. The weekly song was the “Prickety Bush” which was the signature song for a programme called “Down your Way” How we enjoyed lunch afterwards in the BBC canteen!
Now I have the joy of singing with Frenchay Church Choir which makes Sundays very special. My son sang in Clifton College choir and my daughter belongs to Stroud Rock Band! One of my treasured memories is hearing Megan, my youngest grand-daughter, playing her violin whilst leading many children round a church in Aix en Provence.
Another of my favourite quotes is, “You never realise the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”
I wish you all a magical musical Christmas!