The afternoons I spent with old record turntable, dropping my Disney Mother Goose album, the Irish Rovers or my father’s old sound effect records, particularly the trains. I remember the lamp we still have, I would sit beside and listen, to old Mother Goose, the same voice from the ‘60s Winnie-the-Pooh, Sterling Holloway, oh bother. I remember the days in the rain listening to records when you could catch up the hook and the arm and stack one upon one, as they dropped one at a time to long play. There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead…Thursday, January 22, 2009
house: a (tiny) memoir
The afternoons I spent with old record turntable, dropping my Disney Mother Goose album, the Irish Rovers or my father’s old sound effect records, particularly the trains. I remember the lamp we still have, I would sit beside and listen, to old Mother Goose, the same voice from the ‘60s Winnie-the-Pooh, Sterling Holloway, oh bother. I remember the days in the rain listening to records when you could catch up the hook and the arm and stack one upon one, as they dropped one at a time to long play. There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead…
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