It is one of my favorite sounds; someone whistling. It brings such joy to my heart because it reminds me of my grandpap and now of my Daddy. My husband told me once that my Dad was the only person he knew that could harmonize with himself when he whistled. It seems impossible, but honestly, when you hear him whistle, it does sound like he is harmonizing. It's a beautiful sound. I'm sure he learned that from his Dad.
From as far back as I can remember, my Grandpap Rips whistled. We always heard him before we saw him. It was a good feeling to hear that whistle and jump up and run to greet him at the kitchen door.
He was a gentle man that had a silent strength about him. Whistling suited his personality perfectly. It feels kind and light hearted and calm and peaceful, like the kind of man he was and like my Dad is too. I've noticed that my son, Zeke, is a whistler. How that makes my heart sing! I don't know if you'd call Zeke calm and peaceful if you met him, but he's 11 so maybe not on the outside. He's pretty much all kid!!! But once you get to know him, you'd know that on the inside, yes, Zekie is calm and peaceful. He's kind and loving and boy does that kid have a sense of right and wrong; and he'll call you on it. I super love that about it. Standing up for what is right. It warms my heart to hear him whistling like his Pap and great-grandpap before him. If seems like such a joyful sound and perhaps to them, my Grandpap, Dad and son, it helps(helped) them to keep calm and carry on. Maybe without them even realizing it.
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