Some of you may know that Charlie was born about nine months after Jimmy left us. One door closed. Another sprang wide.
Yesterday morning I took him on a snipe hunt for records. He's interested in "ancient" technology, so a visit to a vintage junk shop with a record room was entertaining. I told him that record albums were interesting even though I had no way to play them because of the printed information, including song lyrics. We picked through the three and six-dollar bins and came away with a few gems in good condition.
Side note - Jazz records, even used, are very expensive. We stuck with pop and rock.
By the time we got home, there was a big box on the doorstep and I got to introduce him to the sublime pleasure of spinning a platter. The sound from this little portable is terrible, but he had nothing to compare it to. As much fascinated with the mechanics as the music. Fortune smiled - this player has the ability to wirelessly connect to Bluetooth speakers with great sound. Jake will set that up.
It was such a delight to watch him so absorbed in something that was my teenage lifeblood.
5 comments:
He is a beautiful child in all ways. Nine years have passed in a moment.
This is what it's all
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Oh, just the best! Love this story so much. The photos are priceless.
what gifts you are, each to the other
Love all of this. How I loved my record player...Remembering sitting in a beanbag in the closet with the speakers so it could be LOUD.
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