madameblogalot

Sunday night after church, I walked out to my car and noticed something up against the windshield. I looked at it, saw what it was, and was unsure who put it there and why. It was a record of a group from the college I went to, only several years before I attended there. I brought it home to my husband, thinking someone had told him to listen to it. Knowing there are a few folks who went to the same school, he narrowed down who had given this to us.

As I was showing it to him, my son looked at it and said, “Oooohhh, I know what this is. It’s a record! I’ve never seen one before! It’s so BIG!”

My husband and I looked at each other and did have to laugh. My son asked his sister if she knew what it was. She said “yeah, a record disc.”

My son is anxious to listen to it. I think we may have my sister’s stereo in the attic, and it has a record player on it. The kids can’t get over the size of the record and how now days that much info can be stored in a space almost the size of the hole in the middle of the record!