Thinking about home and ancestors, I was tempted to write about the home I grew up in but will save that for another time. This story is about the home my mother cherished while growing up in Hayward, California. 55 Main Street My mother often shared fond memories of her childhood where the family would gather after dinner and make music together. Horns (trumpet and trombone), Strings (violin banjo, mandolin, and violin), Piano, and Drums were all mentioned at one time or another. My mother did not play an instrument; however, she loved to dance and would add to the fun with dancing and acrobatics while the music played. This tradition morphed a bit when the three siblings left the nest to establish their own families. The oldest, my Uncle Jim kept the music alive. I remember trips to their mountain home in the forest of Lake Tahoe, and after dinner, we would all gather around wh...
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