Where have all the whistling man gone

My Dad taught me to whistle. He would whistle as he went off to work on his bike. I have an abiding memory of him cycling off up the road going to work one morning, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only thing visible, until he disappeared into the darkness.

I still whistle, but live with a superstitious man who thinks ladies shouldn't whistle.

Teacheranne

Not quite the same thing, but I am an expert at whistling with my finger and thumb in my mouth to make that piercing whistle to get attention. It’s not very ladylike but very useful at times - to get my children's attention when tea was ready for instance.

I've always wanted to do that!

My Dad used to cycle 6 miles each way to his work in the Docks and whistled most of the way! Bless him.
He would whistle around the house and when he was gardening. We were so used to it that we didn’t notice it, but noticed the silence after he died.
But I miss it and him.

I miss whistlers but can’t imagine it returnin

There’s still a few ex miners, of a certain age whistling round here.
Plenty of men and women of all ages under their cars still. I don’t know how they dare, when all the cars are parked on the street, and it’s a bit of a ‘rat run’

Not quite the same thing, but I am an expert at whistling with my finger and thumb in my mouth to make that piercing whistle to get attention. It’s not very ladylike but very useful at times - to get my children's attention when tea was ready for instance.

I’m a whistler. I don’t realise I’m doing it until OH tells me how awful I sound ?

My Dad had a lovely singing voice and he was also a whistler. Always in tune and never shrill. He was a postman and his customers would say that his whistling cheered them up.
I’d love to hear him again.
However, one of the builders who has been working next door for the last 4 months is a whistler and sound awful. No tune just random ( off) notes.

Hope you’re not too poorly with covid BlueBelle. I remember my Dad, Grandad and Uncle whistling while they painted and decorated, tinkered with cars etc. Those were the days, it’s good to reminisce sometimes!

I wish I could whistle. I try to out on garden but can't do it for long.

Fine if it is in tune- many are not though. I know this lady with dementia but she still can whistle and remembers many tunes.

Me too Rosie
I m not really looking for a bloke, whistler or not but thanks for the offer marmissimo I ll give it a miss
Seriously though I miss what to me was a happy sound enormously, somehow the air seemed a happier place less traffic, more birds, people on cycles, whistling men and I use to leave my house door unlocked now I wouldn’t even go next door without locking it and when I go away it’s double locks window locks …. sad I don’t often mourn the past I m more of a forward thinker but maybe it’s because I m stuck in with CoviD and reminiscing too much ?

My dad used to whistle wish I could hear him just one more time

I'm a whistler.
I don't realise I'm doing it most of the time.
I'm quite good at it, too.

Im glad it's gone. My neighbour had the most tuneless, annoying habit of whistling and it went on for hours. Drove us nuts.

Probably drowned out by the instrument-wielding people inflicting music onto passers-by whether they want to hear an out of tune version of Pete Seeger’s ‘Turn, Turn, Turn.’ or not.

Also piped music everywhere.

Our milkman used to whistle. Milkmen are rarer now too.

Whistling men could never hold a tune in my recollection. They just whistled away, making it up as they went along.

Mamissimo

I live with a whistler......would you like to borrow him? ?

I do too. It’s piercing and annoying when you hear it regularly, especially first thing in the morning.

I live with a whistler......would you like to borrow him? ?

An elderly man would walk passed our house every morning whistling, mostly, 40’s songs as he and his dog strolled along to collect his morning newspaper. Sometimes I had an earworm for a while if I recognised the tune.

Sadly I haven’t heard him since covid arrived. ?

My dad too. Are people more often than not tuned into their music? Perhaps that’s had an effect on the spontaneity of whistling.

I used to love to hear it the men cycling out from the factory gates after the hooter went all whistling away we have become a dour lot
Oh dear BB that’s so sad and so miserable
I live in a fishing town (well it was) and on New year eve at 12 all the boats used to honk their horns t was wonderful to hear they all had their own sound and we used to go in the garden and listen till the last one had finished They stopped doing it years ago I miss that too

I know what you mean BlueBelle. My Dad was a great whistler.

You’re so right Bluebelle, whistling has gone the way of many things you don’t notice have gone until something reminds you. Another one is men lying under their cars on a Sunday morning tinkering away with the engines. I rather miss a cheerful whistle.

I am glad people aren't whistling so much it makes my ears hurt.