Well, actually this is my favorite music memory. When I was a little over seven years old, my mom had my baby brudder. For this happy occasion, my grandma on my dad's side came down to stay with us for a bit. Grandma and Grandpa lived in Northern Wisconsin.
My favorite memory comes from the trip taking Grandma back home. It was back in the day when kids didn't have to be restrained in seat belts. I was sleeping in the back seat of the family station wagon. My mom, dad and Grandma were in the front seat. I woke to the sound of an Angel yodeling. It was my grandma. Oh, how she could yodel! Beautiful music came from Grandma. Sadly, Grandma died a year and a half later. Happily, the memory of waking up to her yodeling lives to this day.