We are quite fond of music, either playing it or listening to it. Caro is a professional musician (way to magnify those talents, kiddo!) and I think it is safe to say that the rest of us are rather in awe of that.
I grew up listening to Dad's Johnny Cash and Flatt and Scruggs records and a fabulous Neil Diamond 8-track. I will always remember Caro and I singing Sweet Caroline at the top of our lungs while bouncing on the Bounce-A-Way in the living room on the farm, watching the emerald carpet, white walls, and gray woodwork move up and down.
My musical tastes did branch out a bit in college, thanks to roommates and a job in a music store. My CD collection looked like a Who's Who of Lilith Fair. Oy. It's gotten a bit lighter since then.
Reading is another common thread among the five of us. Di and I are in a little GoodReads book club,
"The wit of a family is usually best received among strangers."
Which leads me to my third commonality for today - wit. We all crack each other up and often do not even realize that we said something funny. It just comes so naturally, you know. I do think that Jim would with the Wit-of-the-Family prize, but he has had more time to hone his skills.
There are other things that we all enjoy - languages, family, gardening, grammar* - but those will have to wait for another post.
*I will probably regret not having one of them proof this for me prior to posting, won't I?