What amuses me is that Americans sing the wrong words to the tune. I'll never forget my astonishment at heariing The Red Flag played in rhe PX on the US Navsta Bermuda in '66 or '67:
The people's flag is deepest red
It's sheltered oft our martyred dead
And as their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their martyrs' blood stained every fold
and later (from memory)
The people's flag is deepest red
Stained with blood our fathers shed
Though traitors flinch and cowards fear
We'll keep the red flag flying here
Florence Gibbons (my great grandmother) joined the Party in 1917 and died in about '65; the last Party member in the family, as far as I know. From
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1562087/Pc-hid-in-loo-to-spy-on-dockyard-workers.html
There are also lists of suspected Chatham communists, such as Mrs Florrie Gibbons, of 75 Second Avenue, Gillingham: "Age about 45 years, 5ft 8in, thin features, pale complexion, respectable."
According to a record from July 1934: "She has lately appeared in court on behalf of poor women who have applied for assault, etc, no doubt taking the opportunity to preach Communism to them in the role of a social worker."
She was never known as 'Florrie' in the family, but always as 'Flo'. I always called her daughters (my grandmother's sisters) 'The Political Aunts': they were on the hard left of the Labour Party. My father started on the soft left and moved right (a Torygraph reader today) and my brother and I started on the right. He's gone further right and I've moved back a bit towards the Left -- though as a life-long Liberal (joined in 1966, though no longer a Lib Dem) I've never even voted Labour, let alone Communist.
Cheers,
R.