Snow Watch

It's 51 degrees outside, but the weather forecast says we're under a "Winter Storm Watch."

Here in the South, that means the grocery stores are full with long lines, empty bread shelves and no milk to be found. If this were a school night, there would already be numerous cancellations. What happened to the good old days when school was cancelled after there was actually snow on the ground?

Anyway, all of these preparations are underway in spite of the fact that we've had no memorable snow since the Blizzard of 1993. Now that's one I'll never forget. It started snowing sometime on Friday and didn't quit until we had about a foot and a half of snow on the ground.

Hearing the forecast that Friday, my friend Susie and I headed to the video store (after spending some quality time at the grocery store, of course). A lot of good those videos did us. Sometime Friday night we lost power, and we didn't get it back until the following Tuesday. Others in the area were without power for more than a week.

That week was Spring Break for my oldest son, who was in his freshman year at the University of Arkansas. He barely made the 10-hour trip back to Alabama before the roads were closed. All he wanted to do was to come home and see his high school friends and watch college basketball on television. It was the weekend of the SEC basketball tournament, but without power, you don't see much basketball on TV. I think we were able to watch one game on a 2" screen on our neighbor's battery-powered Sony.

We spent our days and nights huddled in front of the fireplace, not knowing that we would have just enough wood to last until the power came back on. We cooked on the grill and camp stove and put the Coleman lantern to good use. Fortunately we had a gas hot water heater, so hot showers were a luxury we took advantage of.

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from that most memorable of snows. This was before digital cameras, and I didn't have any film for my Canon AE-1. The picture above is from an earlier snow that didn't even come close to 18".

While I am not asking for another blizzard, I would just love to wake up in the morning with the ground covered in white. The timing is right. The daffodils are blooming, and the trees are beginning to bud. This time my camera is ready, and the batteries are charged.

One for the Pink Team

After three sons and a grandson, we finally got the news on Christmas day that a granddaughter would be arriving in May.

Katie had had a sonogram the week before Christmas, but she and Brent decided to postpone finding out the sex of the new baby until Christmas day. They had the technician seal the sonogram results in an envelope, which they wrapped up for Christmas and hid under the Christmas tree.

Brent has always been a snoop, so I was surprised that he didn't take a peak early. However, when they unwrapped the special box on Christmas morning, it appeared to be well-sealed.

After Christmas I made a digital scrapbook of our Christmas celebration--everything from decorating ahead of time to playing games and working jigsaw puzzles in the days after Christmas. All of the pages had a Christmas background, except the two pages devoted to the best present of all.

You can check out other Pink Saturday participants by visiting Miss Beverly's How Sweet the Sound.

Show and Tell - Blog Makeover

After reading on The Cutest Blog on the Block that you can actually create your own background for your blog, I was determined to give it a try. I had been using their free blog backgrounds for a while, but being a digital scrapbooker, I thought this sounded like something I might be able to do.

I had already made a new header for my blog, using a picture of a girl on a pig. It's actually a picture of a painting that my aunt did, and the girl on the pig is yours truly. I decided that I wanted a background that would work with the colors in the painting.

I started by reading the detailed instructions I found in Blog Secrets on The Cutest Blog website. You can find them here.

The next hurdle was to learn a little more about PhotoShop Elements. I had previously used PS Elements to edit photographs, but I had never created something from scratch. In the past, I have found that trying to use the help files on PS Elements is like trying to navigate a very complex maze. If I just had someone to show me how, I could do this. A little Google search produced enough help to get me started. The rest was trial and error. A time or two I would get to a point and could go no further and couldn't undo what I had done wrong. When that happened, I had to start over.

I found the paper and all of the elements I used for my background and header on DigiScrapDepot.com. They have thousands of freebies that you can grab for personal use.

Once I had my completed page (the first version looked like this), I had to establish an account with Photo Bucket, upload the file and follow the instructions for editing my background on Blogger. The first time around I couldn't get it to cover the entire screen. I even upgraded to a Photo Bucket Pro account, which costs money, so that I could upload it as a 2 megabyte file. No luck. However, once I saved the page as a smaller jpg file (medium file, using PS Elements), the problem was solved.

Now that I sort of knew what I was doing, I played around with the background some more and tweaked the header to coordinate with the background. What you see probably won't be the last version. I had too much fun to quit.

I'd love to know what you think, and if you have suggestions to share, just post them in the comments. If you'd like to read more Show and Tells, be sure to visit Kelli at There's No Place Like Home.

Teatime with Grandma

Each fall the women of Asbury United Methodist Church in Birmingham host a Tablescapes event, and for the past few years I've enjoyed working with a small group of friends to design a table. Our 2007 table honoring our grandmothers was probably my favorite.

Using things we collected from our own homes, we created a tablescape featuring old linens, mismatched place settings, antique silver flatware and vintage photographs.

This place setting featured red transferware.

Green depression glass compotes were used at each place setting.

The table was covered with a lace tablecloth, and each place setting was set on top of a hand appliqued placemat.

We each brought photographs of our grandmothers to display.

Ecru fabric held in the back with an antique brooch was draped over the chairs, and the chair backs were covered with antique hand embroidered pillow cases. Some of us brought vintage hats, handbags and gloves to to sit in the chairs. After all, our grandmothers would not have been seen without their hats and gloves.

Our centerpiece was a wrought iron tree hung with old photographs and postcards. I made cards with each of our grandmother's names that we also hung from the centerpiece. The night of the event, each of us wore a vintage black hat, and we were pleased to be joined by two special friends.

You can find more beautiful tablescapes at Between Naps on the Porch. Most of these women spend hours creating their beautiful tables just for Tablescapes Thursday. I'm envious of their creativity. For my first effort, I took the easy way out and used something I had already done.

Wordless Wednesday - Fat(s) Tuesday

Each week Miss Dixie at French Lique, Texas, hosts Wordless Wednesday. This week she gave us a choice of themes, Ash Wednesday or Fat Tuesday. When you're finished here at Life in the Slow Lane, you can travel to French Lique where you will find links to other Wordless Wednesday posts.

Flowers of Paradise

This painting, entitled "Flowers of Paradise," is by Mose Tolliver, a self-taught American folk artist who painted in the genre known as Outsider Art. I bought it from Mose at his home in Montgomery, Alabama, around 1990. You can read more about Mose by clicking here.

Using latex house paint, Mose painted on scraps of plywood and the back of paneling. He finished his paintings by nailing on a pop-top from a beer can for a hanger.

My painting originally had his classic "Mose T" signature in the lower left corner, but it has faded with time, so I don't know that I could ever prove that it's an original Mose T. Although most of his paintings are signed in black like the one in this picture, this one was signed with some kind of purple marker, which is probably why it faded.

I learned about Mose from my friend Kathy, who had seen some of his paintings hanging in a friend's home. Shortly after that, she and her husband were in a folk art gallery in New York and remarked that some of the paintings looked like something Mose T might have done. Someone at the gallery overheard her and quickly told her that they did not have any Mose T paintings at the moment but that they could get her one. She asked how much and was told they ran about $1,000 to $1,500.

When Kathy returned to Birmingham, she called her friend and asked how much she had paid for her Mose T's. When the friend told her she had paid around $35 or $40 for each of hers, Kathy decided that we needed to make a trip to Montgomery real soon. So accompanied by her husband Billy, off we went.

I returned home with two Mose T's. I think I paid about $45 for "Flowers of Paradise." I also bought a Mose T watermelon, which were very popular with collectors, for about $15. It sits on a shelf in one of my bookcases. On later trips to Montgomery, I purchased several more watermelon paintings for gifts and got a Mose T self-portrait for my sister.

Unfortunately, Mose Tolliver died in 2006, but his paintings continue to be popular with collectors.

Now that you've learned about Mose T, you might want to jump over to Grits and Glamour to see what other bloggers have on their walls.

The Sofa Wars

LBeau and I once had a sofa that we both loved. When I spotted it in Macy's furniture showroom about 15 years ago, I knew I wanted it in my home.

It was comfortable, I loved the fabric, and LBeau didn't object to the pink roses. The fabric was called "Queensland Crimson" and was very popular at the time. I have seen it in other homes on everything from cushions and window treatments to duvet covers. You can see it in this picture (and I even get a chance to show off my grandson).

The sofa served us well, but about two years ago I began to think it was looking a little "tired." The color was fading, and the cording was just beginning to wear. Working with the colors in a new chair that we had recently purchased, I began looking at fabrics with the help of my decorator friend Connie. We weren't sure if we were going to cover "Queensland Crimson" or go with something new, but we needed a plan.

One day on a buying trip to Market in Atlanta, Connie took me into a showroom where you could select a sofa, pick out a fabric and have it shipped to you. I found a sofa I liked, and I could get it in the fabric I had already selected, so on impulse I ordered it. Big mistake, as you will soon see. In another showroom, we even found window treatments I could order in a fabric that worked perfectly with the other things I had picked out for pillows and a topper for a skirted table.

When the sofa arrived a couple of months later, LBeau hated it from day one. Keep in mind that LBeau never sits on the sofa, but he does like to nap on it frequently. Growing up, my boys were always afraid they would come in with friends and find LBeau asleep on the sofa in his boxers and sunglasses. He said that the new sofa was too hard and too narrow and was trying to throw him onto the floor. Although I kept it to myself, I didn't think the sofa was as comfortable as the one in the showroom, but I also thought it probably needed to be broken in. I figured if I waited him out, LBeau would come around.

It didn't happen. One day a sales circular arrived from Macy's. LBeau spotted a leather sofa that he thought might work, and he wanted me to look at it. He had always wanted a leather sofa, so I reluctantly agreed. Fortunately, it worked with the new pillows, window treatments and table topper.

So the "market" sofa now sits in my basement. I still think it looks nicer than the leather sofa, but looks aren't everything, and some battles you just can't win.

Now that you know the story of "The Sofa Wars" you can hop on over to Between Naps on the Porch where you'll find links to other Befores and Afters.

The Burglar Beau

For years I've been trying to find information on the origin of a song Grancy sang to us when we were children. From time to time I would search online with no luck. Then suddenly a couple of days ago I googled it again and got a hit. I found the song by the title of "The Burglar Man" in the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection, which is housed at Missouri State University in Springfield.

Hunter was a traveling salesman who recorded songs in the hills and backwoods of the Arkansas and Missouri Ozarks from 1956-1976. Here is one version of "The Burglar Man." You might want to click the links at the bottom of this page for three more versions.

Although Grancy's words were slightly different, the gist of the story is the same. And frankly, I think her version has a smoother rhythm. Here is Grancy's version of "The Burglar Beau" as she sang it to her 21 grandchildren.

The Burglar Beau

I'll tell you a story of a burglar beau

Who tried to rob a house.

He crept in the window and under the bed

As quietly as a mouse.

About 9:30 an old maid came.

"I am so tired," she said.

And thinking things to be all right,

She forgot to look under the bed.

She took out her teeth, her one glass eye.

Her hair fell off her head.

The burglar had about ninety-nine fits

As he came from under the bed.

The old maid wasn't 'fraid at all,

And this is what she said,

"Young man, if you don't marry me,

I'll blow off the top of your head.

The burglar looked all around the room

And found no place to scoot.

And thinking of the teeth and the one glass eye,

He said, "By golly, shoot!"

I wonder where Max Hunter and his tape recorder were when my sister Margie performed this for her folklore class at the University of Arkansas in 1973.

Blog Award

Momma over at All This Is True has graciously bestowed the Sisterhood Award on my blog. Momma is a new blog friend I met yesterday after participating in Wordless Wednesday and What's on Your Wall Wednesday.

So, here are the rules:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!

3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.

4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.

5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

I nominate:

The Osborne Fam (my niece Mandy has lots of cute pictures of my great nephew Noah)

The Kate Box (cute pictures of Emmitt Doodle and other good stuff from my niece Kate)

The Walkie Talkie (maybe this will inspire my niece J.B. to update her blog. She has lots of wonderful stories to tell)

MarMar Moments (my sister Margie)

Malvie's Musings (I know he's not a "sister" but he's a very good writer)

Bargain Hunting With Laurie (Laurie has been friends with my sister-in-law for years and years and years)

Dining With Debbie (wonderful recipes and stories from my Kappa sister Debbie)

Happy Watching (for all of you TV addicts)

Pearls of Wit (this blogger went to high school with my son. I didn't know that when I first started reading her blog, which was recommended to me by a friend. She's a very clever writer. Be sure to read the Carrie Underwood story.)

Not quite 10, but that's the best I can do for now.

Super Cow

I've been spending entirely too much time in Blogland today, but I just couldn't pass up "What's on Your Wall Wednesday." I think I'm finding out that Wednesday is a big theme day among bloggers. So today I give you Super Cow. That's what LBeau calls him.

Several years ago I read an article on primitive animal portraits in Southern Accent magazine. Primitive animal portraits depict the animals, pigs, cows, sheep and such, as larger than life, and their bodies are usually proportioned way too big for their legs. I decided I wanted one, but I didn't have the funds to purchase an antique, so I asked Aunt Mary if she would paint one for me. She had previously done another oil painting that hangs in my powder room. I wrote about it in another post that you can read here.

I decided that I would have her paint a black angus cow, since that's what my grandfather raised. The painting used to hang over my sofa and later over my fireplace. It now hangs over my bed. LBeau likes to make fun of it, but I think he secretly likes it. He did, however, once tell me, "No more pictures of farm animals."

Wordless Wednesday - Books

I recently found a new blog to stalk by following a link from another blog. It's a good way to broaden your horizons. Each Wednesday Miss Dixie at French Lique, Texas, posts a new word and challenges bloggers to post pictures appropriate to the theme of the week.

After browsing the pictures of just some of the books that are scattered all over my house, you can jump on over to French Lique if you like just by clicking the link. You may decide that you want to join Wordless Wednesday as well.

Och Tamale

My Aunt Sissy never married, and with no children of her own, she had plenty of time to dote on her nieces and nephews. As a high school French and English teacher and librarian, Sissy was always teaching us something. Things like...

I'm a little Dutchman. I drink beer.
My little belly sticks way out here.

Or...

I'm a cute little girl
With a cute little figure.
Stand back boys
'Til I get a little bigger.

The other day I was remembering bits and pieces of a nonsense rhyme that she had me memorize, but I couldn't quite come up with all the words. After 50 years or so, they were buried too deeply in my brain. So I googled "ink damink," a part of the rhyme that I thought I could spell reasonably well. Well, you can find just about anything on Google.

The rhyme is actually a cheer started at the University of Redlands in California in 1920. Sissy graduated from Redlands. A well-to-do aunt and uncle offered to pay for her college education if she attended Redlands, so off she went from tiny Lewisville, Arkansas, to sunny California.

Although I suspected that the rhyme came from her Redlands days, I wasn't certain, because when we would chant it, we always substituted our own name for "Redlands." Here are the words to "Och Tamale."

Och Tamale

Gazolly Gazump

Deyump Deyatty Yahoo

Ink Damink

Deyatty Gazink

Deyump Deray Yahoo

Wing Wang

Tricky Trackey

Poo Foo

Joozy Woozy

Skizzle Wazzle

Wang Tang

Orky Porky Dominorky

Redlands!

Rah, Rah, Redlands!

And some people think "Woo Pig Sooiee" is strange!

35 Years

Happy Birthday, Hunter. It's been 35 years since all 6 pounds, 7 ounces of you made your first appearance. Here's a brief review of those years in pictures.

You were our first born, and we never got tired of dressing you up and showing you off. This picture was made at Mema's and Papa's house the Sunday you were baptized in Camden. I still have your little white suit hanging in my closet.

When I taught at Fayetteville High School, you called my students "The Boys and Girls." For your third birthday, they decided to throw you a surprise party. This is the invitation that they posted on the chalkboard.


Uncle Bob enjoyed taking his nephews fishing at various lakes and ponds around Camden, so your love of fishing began at an early age. Catch and release didn't apply to bass, crappie or bream, so you and Uncle Bob got to pose with your catch.

During your middle school years we lived in Texarkana. This picture was made at a party following middle school graduation.

In 1996 you graduated from the University of Arkansas, and you've gone on to bigger and better things, but it's always fun to take a trip down memory lane. Have a great day!

A Valentine's Day to Remember

Although Valentine's Day regularly comes and goes without much fanfare in our household, I will never forget Valentine's Day 35 years ago. About the time LBeau got home from work, I announced that it was time to go to the hospital for the birth of our first child.

He said we probably had plenty of time for him to go for a run first, then he needed to shower, and finally I fed him dinner. By 8 p.m. we were on the way to Medical Center Hospital in Huntsville, Alabama, anxious to learn whether we would be bringing home a boy or a girl, since these were the days prior to sonograms and ultrasounds.

I settled into the labor room, and LBeau was shipped off to the father's waiting room. No dads allowed in labor and delivery in those days.

Soon after midnight, the nurse stepped into the waiting room to congratulate LBeau on the birth of his son.

"That couldn't be mine," he said. "The doctor said it would be 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning before mine got here."

Nevermind that he was the only one in the waiting room.

So tomorrow we celebrate Hunter's 35th birthday, and today we celebrate a Valentine's Day to remember.

For Susan

I lost a sister yesterday. Susan Robins Purifoy and I became sisters in the fall of 1965 when we went racing down Maple Street as new Kappa pledges at the University of Arkansas.

For three years we lived together in the Kappa house with 73 other girls. We sang "Kappa Spirit" on the front lawn, played Bridge in the library, stayed up all night studying, and scheduled our classes so we could watch "As the World Turns" at noon on the one television set.

We rejoiced in each others successes, and Susan was definitely a success, beautiful both inside and out. She was Miss University of Arkansas in 1965 and the 1966 Cotton Bowl Queen.

We shared good times and bad. One of the good times for Susan came in 1968 when she married Thomas in Hawaii. They met when Thomas was a houseboy at the Kappa house. I had known him forever, since we both grew up in Camden. They dated, fell in love and became engaged. Then Thomas joined the Navy and was sent to Vietnam.

In the spring of 1968, he had an R&R in Hawaii and somehow made it coincide with our Spring Break. So Susan flew to Hawaii, and they were married by a Navy chaplain. When she returned to Fayetteville, we had to get special dispensation from Kappa national to allow her to continue living in the Kappa house. After all, she was now a married woman.

Since graduating we have been back to Fayetteville for several pledge class reunions. At the last reunion Susan and I got to room together with several others in the "dorm" at the back of the house. She was still the same sweet girl she's always been. We will miss her.

Pledge Class Reunion, Spring 2006

Mail Call - Part 2

"OFFICIAL BUSINESS - IMPORTANT: Audit material enclosed."

That word "audit" just sets my teeth on edge, so naturally I opened the envelope. After all, you can't ignore an audit. So who was about to come audit me and for what?

"Receipt Verification Audit," read the heading at the top of the enclosed notification. It seems that my FREE subscription to Remodeling Magazine was about to expire, and they needed me to verify that I wanted to continue receiving this free subscription.

So I think I'll just ignore this warning. Since I began receiving their magazine without ever subscribing in the first place, I'm betting they continue sending it to me. And if they don't, I don't think I'll miss it.

This sort of reminds me of messages I've been getting lately on my answer machine.

"We've been trying to reach you, and this is your last chance to respond before your vehicle's warranty expires. To extend your vehicle's warranty, call 1-800-xxx-xxxx to speak to a representative."

We've had both of our vehicles for about 18 months, and they each have about 20,000 miles. The warranties expire at three years or 45,000 miles. At that point, the leases run out. I think I'll pass on returning that call.

Birthday Wishes

Here's a birthday shout out to my friend Nick.

I don't remember when exactly I first met Nick, but I do remember how we met. We both posted on an Arkansas Razorback sports message board operated by KARK television. When I first started posting, I used my real name. Later everyone adopted clever handles like Zsa Zsa GaBoar, Tommy Hillpigger and Hamela Anderson. I became Petunia Pig. Nick posted as MalvernHog, since he was from Malvern, Arkansas.

We probably first met face to face at a Razorback football game. One year a bunch of the posters on The PigPen, the successor to the KARK board, met along I-20 and travelled to an Arkansas-SMU game in Dallas. We also formed a chapter of the Razorback Club, appropriately named the Webhogs Razorback Club. We held meetings online in a chat room. It would take hours for a meeting that should have lasted 30 minutes, since everything had to be typed.

When Arkansas played at Alabama or Auburn, Nick and sometimes J.R., Rick and Dee, and others would stay at our house. Often they would bring their dogs, Lucy, Ethel, Frank and Jack. I finally had to put my foot down when I returned from a trip after granting them use of the house to find dog hair all over my basement.

When my dad died in 2006, Nick drove from Malvern to Camden for the visitation. That meant a lot to me.

Nick has left Malvern. He now lives in Houston. We still keep in touch regularly, visiting on the phone and text messaging, and he will stay in our guest room when he comes to Birmingham in March for a class.

So Happy Birthday, Nick. Hope you have a most outstanding day.

Parenting 101

Being a parent is not easy. I was reminded of that on two different occasions this week.

The first was when Ben called to say that he will be getting his wisdom teeth pulled, and once that's done he will have to wear braces for two years. In spite of taking him to the dentist every six months, it seems we missed the fact that he never lost one of his baby teeth. So the permanent tooth is still lurking somewhere below it in his gum.

Being the third child, Ben seems to think he was somehow neglected. I assured him that if he wanted to continue to claim neglect, we would gladly accept repayment for his high school and college education and the car he drove until about a year ago.

Today I was listening to one of Hunter's sermons in which he used the story of his youth baseball career as an example. Once he graduated from tee-ball to pitch ball, he recalls making contact with the baseball only twice. Finally in frustration he gave up athletic pursuits.

Then when he was in sixth grade he had to take a physical before attending Boy Scout camp. Part of the physical was an eye exam. Well, lo and behold, Hunter needed glasses. So he concludes that the reason he couldn't make contact with the ball was because he couldn't see the ball.

So what's the point of all of this? Well, when you're raising children, you do the best you can. Sometimes you get it right, and sometimes you wish you could take a do over. Nevertheless, my three turned out pretty good.

Noodles and a Roll

I helped serve Wednesday Night Dinner at church last night and got a reminder of what kids like to eat. On the menu were beef nuggets, buttered noodles, carrots and rolls.

Since the adults were having beef stroganoff, the kids could have stroganoff on their noodles if they wanted it. Although a few opted for the stroganoff, by the end of the night, that sauce was covered with a nice film and looked as if it had gelled into a solid mass.

Most of the kids went for the nuggets, probably because they thought they were chicken. However, I was surprised at how many wanted only noodles and a roll. In fact, one girl came back for two more servings of noodles, and a boy who chose noodles and a roll said, "They call me the Starch King."

Those who got carrots did so at the insistence of their parents. More than one mom asked for carrots for her child but "only two or three, because he/she won't eat them anyway."

It reminded me of taking my boys to Morrison's Cafeteria for dinner. Their usual cafeteria meal consisted of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, rolls and chocolate pie.

Now they're cooking for me and making things like pan-roasted broccoli with lemon browned butter and grilled pork tenderloin with orange-garlic rub. They do grow up!

The Day the Music Died

I was reminded in an email from one of my high school classmates that today is the 50th anniversary of the deaths of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson. The three died when their chartered plane crashed shortly after take off near Clear Lake, Iowa.

While I don't remember their deaths like I do the deaths of John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Elvis Presley or the events of 9/11, these three were important to my youth as they and a few others such as Elvis and Bill Haley and the Comets were some of the first musicians I paid any attention to. Theirs were among the first records I ever bought.

Back in the day, going to the record store to buy a 45 was sort of like downloading a song on iTunes today. You could even take it into a little booth and listen to it first to make sure you liked it. And for the price of a 45, you got two songs, an "A" side and a "B" side, although the "B" side normally was not a big hit. In Camden we had two music stores, South Arkansas Music Company, owned by the Sillimans, and Bensberg's Music Store. Mother and Daddy were in bridge club with the Sillimans, so I bought most of my records at South Arkansas.

If you were lucky, you had a record changer that allowed you to stack a whole bunch of 45's on a spindle. One by one they would drop to the turntable, the arm holding the needle would settle in the grooves, and you could listen to your favorite Rock and Roll songs, scratches and all.

If you had a turntable that played both LP's (33 1/3 rpms) and 45's, you would have to use a plastic adapter for the 45's. The 45's came with a large hole in the middle, so by snapping the adapter into this hole, you could fit the 45 onto the small spindle of your LP record player.

I'm not sure what happened to all of my 45's. I still have a box full of my albums. For those of you too young to remember, those would be the equivalent of a CD. Now I just need a turntable to play them.

If you click on the video below, and you can hear Buddy Holly sing "That'll Be the Day" while watching the record spin.