We sang the old songs at home and at school. My mother was quite musical and my father's father was a great singer I heard (I just put him in a song). I was taught by Irish nuns and would turn on the Scandinavian hour when my mother was at church..that was the only time we could listen to the radio..I have the Scandinavian hour on right now..I can't imagine a world without Scandinavian music...so pretty and bouncy...they taught us all to Schottisch up and down the gym floor in school...in case we ever needed to know that social skill...we had a couple of German oompah bands that would play on the fourth of July..that was about the only live music I heard except for piano..probably never saw a fiddle in my life till I was adult..I never went through a musical rebellious phase except fighting with my father to watch Lawrence Welk..I was the one who wanted to watch it not him except when Norma Zimmer came on...I repeat myself but my favorite quote from him is "how can you like that music...it only has one beat and one note and only a Norski could like it.." He also told me in no uncertain terms to never bring home an Irish tenor. mg