My 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!
I 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.