…I sometimes spent holidays with some cousins. Jack was a few years older and Pat* a year or so younger than me. Our size meant that Pat and I spent more time together when the older boys went off to play football.
But we were “admitted to the fold” when Jack acquired a record player. A bit like this one
old and somewhat battered, but like this.
Well, they needed a winder-upper, didn’t they. And we were seconded.
I seem to recall songs like this , with occasional piano “additions” form one of the boys. And Col P. was an absolute wiz at doing a cover of Elvis Presley’s “Heartbreak Hotel.” Again, someone (sometimes me) would thump the bejeesus out of the poor piano. I don’t think anyone had a recording of that hit; there was a waiting list as long as your arm at Charlie Fergusson’s shop. Most of their records (all 78 rpm) came from their parents’ collections so there was quite a bit of big band swing. It took only a bit of nifty footwork to get from quickstep to jitterbug to rock n roll. And, of course, after a few spins from this the needle had to be changed. Charlie did a roaring trade!
In 1957 the family moved to another house and bought the latest in home music players – a cabinet model, with a hinged lid, that housed a radio and a 3 speed turntable with record-changer. Wow!
something like this
But I missed those nights, cranking the old music box, being part of the crowd. Growing up.
*The same lad from our bookmaking days with greyhounds.
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