Do you have “safe places”?
I do. Lots of them, it would appear. So safe, in fact, that even I cannot discover them! To be sure, the treasures I’ve stashed there for safekeeping will not be disturbed. Especially by me. Seeing as how I can’t find them!
I lost my “safe places” – so, now what? The purge cometh – like last week’s basement clean-out and yard sale. And, what do you suppose? I found my lost safe places!!
So, my simple pleasure this week is finding that which was lost.
This is my digital voice recorder.
I bought it a few years ago when I was collecting first person accounts of local history for a project I was working on. It fit neatly in my purse and I could easily playback and transcribe it when I got home. I haven’t seen this in about five years! Found now – and the bonus is that I still have the instructions on how to use it! Very useful, instructions are – especially when there are any number of buttons to be pushed for myriad of functions.
Now, I just need to start interviewing people again. Not really doing a project of that sort – soooo – I’ll stash it in a NEW “safe place”. I’m sure I’ll be able to find it the next time . . .
But! THIS is the really joyful find!
For those of you who may not have seen this oldie but goodie before – this is a “cassette tape”. Quite obsolete these days. However – in 1975 it was the bees knees!
I’ve been looking for this for over five years! You see, I’ve been putting my old VHS tapes of family memorabilia on DVD, and scanning old family photos to create slide shows on DVD. They’ve been Christmas gifts to the relatives each year, as I “publish” a new updated source of cherished family images. But, this cassette tape had eluded me even though I had searched high and low each holiday season for the past three years – and then some – to find it.
It was Christmas, 1975. Santa Claus brought me – and my sister, Joanna – a tape recorder for being such good little girls. We were thrilled! On the cutting edge of technical do-dads we were, with a tape recorder – and blank tapes!
Our first recording was this tape.
How clever we thought we were, hiding the tape recorder in the center of the living room clicked into the “record” position, as all our relatives arrived for Christmas dinner. We giggled every time we got someone talking answering silly questions, knowing that they did not know they were secretly being recorded. What a good joke!
Fast forward (pun intended) 36 years, and you probably can guess why this tape is so special. So many of the voices on the tape are silent now. Grandma, grandpa . . . mom . . .
We recorded my dad playing his boogie woogie music on the piano. There’s a recording of me playing a simple version of Moonlight Sonata. And, being enthralled with Judy Garland in the day, that was the Christmas I had gotten – not only the just released coffee table biography of Judy – but a –
– wait for it . . . 8 TRACK TAPE!
. . . of Judy’s greatest hits. I recorded the 8 track being played on our combination stereo turntable and 8 track tape player. What a fan – with cutting edge sound technology circa 1975.
I can’t wait to play it again – and secure it on CD – with copies for all surviving family members who would love to hear our loved one’s voices again. Remembering long ago holidays. Simpler times. Simple pleasures.
Sharing this Simple Pleasure with Dayle at A Collection of This and That.