My parents were refugees from Hungary. I don’t recall popular music of the time from my babyhood and toddlerhood until years later when I became a child.

Then, the radio was tuned into the music of the day.

As a toddler, my soundtrack was the Hungarian music my parents must have listened to when they were younger in restaurants and outdoor cafes.

It was the prevalent sound of homesickness. They had a couple Hungarian friends that had the music to share. I searched on youtube to try and find something. When I did land on some, the sounds just bathed me in familiarity. It was like I was a child in the next room, hearing my house sounds. This is the soundtrack of my home in the late, late 1950s