Goodbye Sky Harbor

debloveshollywood:

Late last year I decided I wanted to buy a small record player. Didn’t have to be anything super amazing, just something that worked that had a nice little sound to it so i could sit back and enjoy a few tunes. Growing up my parents introduced me to their collection of records. I remember that Saturday as we were cleaning the house one day and my mom brought me her records into my room and sat on the floor. She asked me if i had ever listened to “The Carpenters”. I was around 13 at the time and had no idea what she was talking about! Sure i knew some old tunes from the past that my parents would make us listen to in our Oldsmobile station wagon, but i didn’t really pay much attention at the time! So she puts the record on and almost instantly i was blown away by Karen Carpenter’s voice. The old scratchy sound of the record intrigued me. I could tell by the look on her face that it brought back so many good memories for her. I remember thinking how happy i was that my mom decided to share pieces of her past with me. The rest of the afternoon she continued to show me her and dad’s little collection which included Michael Jackson, Menudo, Dean Martin, Bing Crosby,  Johnny Mathis, Motown and random music from the 50’s through the 70’s. I was having a blast! I listened to them all summer long on my 80’s turntable stereo. That pretty much started my love for 50’s-60’s vintage items/lifestyle/records..I wanted to live in that time! I wanted to experience what my parents experienced and dress how they dressed at that time! I too wanted to live in the 50’s! After summer was done i couldn’t wait to tell my friends at school what new things i discovered over the summer, but no one really seemed to care what a record player even was! I was bummed and realized that this is just something special I’m gonna have to share with my parents. I kinda liked it that way. We would dance and laugh as they would pass down stories of their past to me. Yes, those were good times!! Hopefully when I move back to Florida we can have those good times back again. In the meantime, i’ll just listen to my records on my little restored 1952 record player. 

My wife talks about our record player