Then when the singing began my Uncle Morgan used to play the accordian while various "artistes" performed their vocal repetoire. (Very limited as I remember hearing the same realtives singing the same songs year after year.)
Uncle Morgan's father would always sing "My Brother Sylvest (had arow of forty medals on his chest) - . Whereupon the whole crowd would shout "Big chest!"
you'll have to look it up. lol
Then my father who had an atrocious singing voice did his version of Marta (see another thread on here about this very song under "Rarity".) and somtimes he would throw in Flanagan and Allen's "Any Umbrellas". When he was really drunk he would attempt the ridiculous " I'm only a little petunia in an onion patch" and embarrass us all.
My cousin Margaret - the other semi child used to wrap a scarf around her head and did a great and spirited version of Carmen Miranda's "Aye aye aye aye aye I like you Very much" which always brought the house down as she used to dance a bit as well. Amazingly, many years later I watched Woody Allen's film Radio Days and saw this very act and song being lovingly re-enacted on screen and the memories came flooding back.
Somebody sang "Trees" also recently mentioned by me on here - but I honestly can't remember who now.
My aunty Vena would sing Gracie Field's "Sally". Then came the dread moment when I was put up on the table like a performing monkey (I absolutely hated it) and was made to sing the only song I knew the words of right through at that time - Al Jolson's "April Showers" - yes really (cringe!)
Another uncle would sing "If you were the only girl in the world". Yep -it was real cutting edge stuff folks!
Then the party piece would be my dear long departed mother who actually had a great soprano singing voice - so much so that she was offered several chances to sing professionally but she never followed it through. Her two show stoppers were "Ivor Novello's "We'll Gather Lilacs in the Spring Again" and Richard Tauber's "You Are My Heart's Delight" which never failed to bring the house down.
Then it was almost over and tired and emotional I would listen to the ship's hooters in the bay signalling midnight on new Year's Eve and we'd all join arms and sing "For Auld Lang Seyne" . And so to bed!
But I also remenber doing the Conga and Knees up Mother Brown somewhere along the line, but it's all fading rapidly into the mists of childhood memories . Something to be brought out, dusted down and revisited at the least likely moments by the subconscious.
Do any other Turnips have similar memories of old songs at parties?