A Victrola was what my great grandfather had to listen to- that was until he was 9 years old. In early 1928 he vividly remembered listening to a record of jass or some pop culture at the time. His father(born 1884) came in with an empty bottle of whiskey. Left with the Victrola and returned with a fresh bottle of whiskey. Only his memories of that beautiful device were all that were left. That he passed onto me.
I love to turn this up on my iPad close my eyes I can almost see the woman singing Sounds like Patti Page from the 50’s but I know it’s twice that or more with a young couple in love in the living room dancing around……ahhhhhh I swear I was born in the wrong era….. Keep them coming I love them
