Day 258: Record Player

One of my favorite memories of growing up is watching my Dad listen to records in the living room.  He didn't do it often, but when he decided to start up the record player he meant business.  If we were lucky, or if I asked nicely, he would keep his headphones off and we could all hear the music.  More often, Dad would have these huge headphones on, sitting in the corner of the couch, with the collection of vinyls he collected throughout the years.  I remember my Mom yelling, "Jack" over and over, not realizing he had the headphones on. I loved listening to all of my parent's music.  I learned to sing Gene Pitney, Leslie Gore, Barry Manilow, and so many others to the scratching and popping of the record player.

Look familiar Mom? John? Mike? Matt?

This weekend Justin and I found an old record player and music system at a yard sale.  It came in the same case that my Dad's was in, so obviously I had to get it.  The couple selling it weren't sure it worked, so they only charged us $5.00.  I picked up a couple more records and we went home to test it out.  Unfortunatly, the record player was past it's prime.  Justin went on craigslist.com and found a woman selling a newer model.  We contact her and made the drive to Webster to pick up the Realistic Clarinette 23.  It's not the greatest record player, and it certainly isn't a classic; but it is exactly what Justin and I wanted.  


I'm so grateful that I can listen to the same music as my Mom and Dad, and hear it the way it was meant to be heard.