our exp with our dad was he loved marching music...we lived north of the border from Montrose Pa....they had a radio station that played marching music like at 6am in the morning on saturdays...dad would crank that thing up and there is no way we could sleep in....LOL....love the memories..
That’ll get the juices going! LOL! What wonderful memories!
We had a long hallway with a hard wood floor. My dad would get up very early and would clomp up and down the hall very loudly EVERY morning....and holler out “time to get up!!” each pass.
Mom loved cool weather. It would be 40 degrees outside and the windows would be wide open. We’d get up and complain about how cold it was and she would look at us serenely and blissfully say, “Doesn’t it feel GOOD???”
How I miss them! LOL!