Silent Whistler

Whistling is something that happens in countries around the world, some places even use whistles as codes to spread messages long distances. My dad used to whistle tunes easily and when I was growing up Wolf Whistles were an embarrassing part of life. I was 12 and had just started at a new school when another student was whistling as the teacher came into the room. The teacher flounced out of the room again and came back in swaggering and whistling before announcing, “A whistling woman and a crowing hen are good for neither god nor men.” I’ve remembered that all these years, not as a reminder of how to behave but because I thought she was a pompous spoilsport.

There was an unassuming, little lady who worked where I did about 20 years ago and I discovered that with two fingers she could produce a deafening whistle that would stop anyone in their tracks. I was so jealous! I’ve tried and tried but I just can’t do it. Not through two fingers, four fingers, thumb and index finger and not through pursed lips. The only way I can make a whistling noise is by actually sucking the air back in through my pursed lips, not by blowing and you can’t do that for long.

 

You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

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3 thoughts on “Silent Whistler

  1. My nanna was a proper lady. One day I was out with her when I was in Brisbane from our little country town. We had been on a ferry ride but it was getting dark and she wanted a taxi. She couldnt get one to stop and then she put two fingers to her mouth and made the most enormous whislt. I was totally in shock. Like you I have to whistle backwards very ineptly but I am shocked you cant do it the proper way. I thought you could do everything.

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