Music and Family
Hello everyone, welcome back to my blog. I hope everyone is doing great! I am quite sad that this is going to be our last blog because I actually really enjoyed learning and writing about what we learned so far.
Moving forward ... I really don't have any family around where I live but today I will be interviewing my mother. I wanted to see her point of view on music seeing that she grew up in Mexico. So anyway I'm going to set up my blog in dialogue because I have three younger brothers and it is never quiet to reconded around the house ;)
- Phone rings-
(It's kind of hard to reach my mother because she is always working ... But here we go!)
Cristina: Hello! ...
Mother: Hi, it feels like you are going to ask me a favor...
(She knows me really well. She always knows when I want something or when I asked her for a favor!)
Cristina: Yes, I actually need a favor. I have a blog I have to write where I have to ask you a few questions about music!
Mother: Okay great? ... go-ahead
Cristina: Okay I want to start from the beginning, So where did you grow up? And what decade did you growing up in?
Mother: Okay let's see I grew up in Guadalajara, Mexico. And I grew up in the 80s and 90s.
(My mother was pretty young when she had me)
Cristina: What was your first memory of music?
Mother: Umm gives me a second ... Back then everything was very different; everyone had radios back in the day. Because it was expensive to have cassette tapes and CDs. Anyway one of my earliest memories was when my mother would always sing around the house and my father would always admire her because he had always loved it when she sang to him.
Cristina: What music was played in your house when you were young?
Mother: My parents would always have the radio on listening to music and telenovelas. They would always listen to Las Palomas. Every time they would come on the radio my father and mother would always look at each other with a smile like they had a secret that they had between themselves. Unfortunately, I was never able to ask them what that music meant to them.
(Below you will find a few of the songs they heard. You can listen to it if you like)
Mother: Back then we were not allowed to dance until we were fifteen. My first dance was with my brother. I didn't know how to dance so my brother would just tell me to move my feet. Which was not great advice by the way. When I started to dance properly I fell in love with dancing. My parents would not let us go to parties so my sisters and I would sneak out to go to dances. But we would only go for an hour or two because we didn't want to get caught.
Cristina: Did you ever get caught?
Mother: Of course we would always get caught! I don't know how my mother knew when we snuck out, but we would never get away with it. She would always yell at us, while my father would just set on the couch because he would never yell at us.
Cristina: Do you remember what sort of music you would dance to?
Mother: I don't remember exactly what music we would dance to, but I'll tell you when I remember.
(She told later on when we were done. Feel free to listen to it if you want to)
This was a great blog! It was so sweet when your mother talked about her mother singing around the house and her dad admiring it. Also, she wasn't allowed to dance until she was 15?? That sounds wild, I don't know what I would do if I couldn't dance.
ReplyDeleteHey! I thought your blog was so interesting! I loved when your mother was talking about her earliest memory of music, and how her father would admire her mother as she sang around the house. I loved hear about the relationship between your moms parents and how they used to smile at each other when Las Palomas would play.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed your blog. I'm still shocked by the part about how she couldn't dance until she was 15 because I feel like kids come out the womb dancing especially when music comes on they move a little. Your blog is such a reminder that our parents were once exactly like us by how she talked about sneaking out to parties and getting caught.
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