The harmonica was dad's instrument. As I sit here one of his last two harmonicas is before me on the desk. He played the harmonica to his fellow labour campers in the Ukraine during the war, and he taught it to us. We had a harmonica each.
His set piece piece was the Brahms Hungarian Dance no 5. He performed round the camp fire of the ex-boy scouts reunion in Budapest, the year we accompanied him. He played it at his last birthday too.