As you scroll through the Rolodex of childhood memories, what is your favorite one?
Looking back on life as a child the one constant I could always remember was my dad and his music. My dad and his records. The days that held clear pictures in my memory as the best days and even the worst days there was music playing.
A few years ago, my dad unexpectedly passed away. As it always goes, crazy family members sadly claim things even before the person is gone sometimes. The only thing I ever wanted was my Dad’s music.
After the funeral I packed up as many boxes as I could with his dusty records and 8-tracks. I shipped them home [which cost more than the value of them] but the memories they gave me are invaluable … it was worth it. The records remained boxed and taped up in the back of my closet for a few years.
As I was doing my Christmas shopping this year, I came across this Fischer Price record player which I had as a child. I knew I HAD to get it for my son! I was ecstatic! I gave it to him Christmas Eve, considering he is only 9 months he didn’t quite get it so it was more for me I suppose.
The next day, Christmas morning, my Husband and I gathered around the tree with or son and our coffee cups. This was our first Christmas as three! It was magical!
After watching our son tear through his gifts, my Husband handed me a box with a gift tag that read – To: Mama | From: Grayson. As I tore off the wrapping paper the box became visible, it was a record player!
I cried … hard … and for what felt like forever. My Husband just gave me the best Christmas gift I have EVER received! I ran to the closet that held my Dad’s records, ripped open the box, dusted one off and as I gently set the needle down on the vinyl, I cried, again.
I spent the next few days playing record after record. Each track bringing me back to when my Dad and I used to listen to them together.