A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Those Little Records
New technology is a marvel to Pop. Ipods, cell phones, Internet, laptops, DVDs and CDs are wonders he never imagined possible growing up. So, when we purchased a CD player for him and Mom, along with several Lawrence Welk, Mitch Miller, and assorted Big Band CDs, he was left scratching his head. How could these little records could produce music? We didn't realize the extent of his perplexity until he asked why they didn't work when he flipped them over.
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Those Little Records
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