Although I was not born until 1969, I can say that music has always been a part of my life. I remember as a child I had my own record player in my room. One year for Christmas my grandmother asked what I would like and I firmly remember telling her that I wanted a “grown-up” record. I was given an “Alvin and The Chipmunks” record and was very disappointed because this certainly was not grown-up. In spite of my great disappointment, I had a plan.
In the Family Room, my parents had a TV that was enclosed in this beautiful wooden table. The side tops of the table opened up and inside was a record player and records. I would sneak downstairs to borrow my parent’s albums and take them up to my record player since I did not have any “grown-up” records of my own.
I remember listening to music of the 60’s as a child, and wishing these albums were mine to keep in my room. When I was a little older, my mother gave me her collection of 45’s also music from the 60’s. I listened to these little records over and over, never tiring of the “grown-up” music. I’m not sure where these 45’s are now, I may have given them back to my mom or they may be in one of my stored boxes, but I will never forget the music of the 60’s and how it made me feel all grown-up.
