I’ve been wanting to show you a few of the things I brought home with me a couple of weeks ago when I was helping my parents pack to move. Since they were downsizing I got to keep some things that I love. One piece I took was a chest that had been my grandmother’s.
This, boys and girls, was what we used to have to play music on when I was a little girl. We didn’t have ipods with 7 ka-jillion songs on it. Nope, we had record players and radios. If we wanted to listen to music we had to do it in the living room where everyone could hear it.
I remember thumbing through her albums and playing music while we danced around the room. She was all of 4′ 10″ tall and so funny when she danced. She was a character.
I am not sure what I will do with this chest eventually. But for now it’s going to sit in my living room and remind me of those bygone days of 60s music and eating Mrs. Baird’s Honey Buns while we laughed before Grandpa got home from work. Then we had to be quiet.
The front opens up to reveal a record player on the left and a radio on the right.
I was thinking about painting it, but my family freaked out when I mentioned it. Of course, they freaked out when I said I was going to paint the piano and that didn’t stop me. Nothing is safe here. I am simply not a fan of brown.
But I have other projects to get to first, so I will leave it there and let my mind fill with ideas. Then one day I will pick one and before anyone knows what happened I will have done it.
That’s only one of the treasures I stole…..er…I mean my mom let me have. When I have time there are several things I got that I want to reframe or paint or cover to update them then they will feel right at home next to my flea market goodies.
And kids, the next time you’re bored at Grandma’s so you stick those earbuds in your ears to listen to your favorite songs, think of your Aunt Lisa and how she had to play all of her music through this big cabinet when she went to visit her grandmother.
Those were the good old days.
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