The Beginning

Plush LionMy first memories as a kid were a lion plush toy that had a pull cord to make him growl and a portable record player with a mirrored spindle cover that would animate the illustrations on the children’s record. The lion pictured is definitely not like the one I remember, but close enough. I can’t verify the record player below was the actual record player I had as a kid, but it look very much like the one I had. Even more unbelievable is that I found the record spindle cover. I am pretty sure that is the exact one I had. I can still see the ducks in the mirror as they swam around. WOW!

Record Player with Spindle CoverI also remember the apartment building we used to live in on Overland Avenue, and our neighbors: Mary, Pattie and Tommy; I think the father was Frank. Wait a minute…I think Franks was their last name.

The reason for this post is that I have always thought I had a bad memory, which I still admit to for most of my life. As I get older, and in relation to my new category: Death Diary, I thought it might be interesting to see how much of it I can actually remember.