Neither of my parents was musical. Neither one could carry a tune in a bucket. They both whistled. My dad could whistle tunes and my mom whistled bird sounds.
I had a really good singing voice. I couldn't tell when I was off-key. In glee club I did solos with a pianist who could follow my key and I was told to shutup and lipsync when we were singing as a group.
I should have had voice lessons, but who knew about that in suburbia in the '50s? I learned to play the accordion. As a perq of turning 16, my mother told me I didn't have to practice accordion any more. I haven't played a note since. I hated the music I was given to play and the thing was danged uncomfortable to play. If I sat down to play, it pinched my thighs and if I stood up to play, it squashed and pinched my boobs.