My Aunt Mary gave us a set of kids records with companion books. Rachel, our 8-year-old, loves them.
It’s a wonderful thing to hear those scratches and pops that a vinyl record produces. (Ironically, I took this shot when she was wearing headphones – at my insistence.)
Sadly, the belt on the turntable (alias record player) broke during that listening session. Thankfully, there is a shop not far from where we live that can fix it, I think.










I used to love those books and records. It was always such a treat to recieve one on a birthday or at Christmas.
Ditto—love those! Just a few years back, my mom had put my old ones on tape for my son. Amazing how much of those stories I could practically recite myself after hours of listening & reading. Wonder what else I have stored in my head that I don’t even realize?