Small things can mean a lot. When I was 9 years old my grandparents gave me a portable turquoise phonograph player with a collection of top 45’s, it was one of the best presents I ever received. I was so proud of my gift that I brought it with me to my Aunts house where my cousin promptly reworked the lyrics from Henrys Hermits’ Mrs. Brown you got a lovely daughter, to Mrs. Brown you’ve got an ugly daughter, she don’t wash her face with soap and water.
But it didn’t even bother me since I was so delighted with my new gift; I just played my records over and over. In recent years I wished I still had the player noting that I still have the collection of 45s. So you can imagine how happy I was when I saw a turquoise portable vintage phonograph player in a holiday flyer. Although it means that I too am at an age considered vintage, I was thrilled I could replace my record player. I didn’t even want to tell anyone I wanted it, afraid they would buy me black instead of turquoise or wait too long until the supply was depleted.
My husband spotted the player when it arrived and inquired, not understanding why I would by a record player when there are DVDs available, after I explained how much I enjoyed it, he surprised me with some new (vintage style albums). So I made sure I got want I wanted, Happy Holidays to me.
I hope you all have a Happy, Healthy New Year.