The house where I live was built by my dad in 1936. He said that he wouldn’t be there for
long but he spent the next fifty years there until he died and a few years later my mam, Dot,
My wife and I had the job of clearing out the house and had come across some old records
and a gramophone, which I had not seen for years. We had to bring them down from the loft
and start to clean them up. With a little bit of polish and a duster cleaned the outside up, the
records we had to clean with a solution of water and vinegar which did the job. We wrapped
them up in cellophane and put them back in my attic. There was also over 300 records which
were all 78s and made up of foxtrot and ballroom dances, some jazz and big band sound.
There was also boxes of needles and some more sound boxes.
So, we wound it up to see if it was still working, I put on 78 record on and brought back good
memories of sitting in the garden on a nice summers day with the family having a Sunday tea
which was bread and butter, jelly and custard and cakes and listening to the records playing
and arguing about who was going to get up and wind it up again. Dad solved that problem by
clipping you around the ear. You moaned but you got up and did it. We also played them in
the winter time when there was nothing on the radio or when the first TV we got which had a
mind of its own to come on or off.
Nowadays we often bring it out and play the records when we are doing jobs in the garden
and there’s nothing on today’s TV. The grandchildren think its good to wind it up and put the
What I like about it is that it reminds me of my parents and the good times we had listening
to it and also no fiddling with the bass or treble just good old solid sound.