I don't know about you, but reminiscing about my childhood never happens more than at the holidays.
Not surprising. For children there is nothing more amazing than the spectacle of Christmas.
One of my best memories was listening to the Lionel Barrymore dramatization of A Christmas Carol on vinyl. Whatever happened to the record we had at home I couldn't begin to guess. But a few years ago in a fit of nostalgia I looked it up on ebay, and there it was.
It played much shorter than I remembered, but each familiar inflection of the voices was intact in the fuzzy recording.
It was odd experiencing that white noised joy again.
I almost had to lay on the floor, chin in hands in front of the player, to get the full effect. But no one quite gets what it means. No one, of course, but the kid who still lives in me at Christmas.
Happy holiday memories!
Ciao! for now!