What do the Scottish Highlands and an old phonograph have in common? Quite an interesting combination, no doubt. Thanks to HideousMan's most recent posts, I've had some fun recollections. One, of some mild mannered meanderings in the Scottish Highlands; and two, some fond memories of fancy foxtrots with my wee tots.
We have a 1918 Victrola and a stack of the old records. On some of those lazy afternoons when the kiddies were little, I'd put a record on and we'd foxtrot around the living-room. It made for some big smiles and lots of giggles.
Unfortunately, the Victrola has sprung a spring, but hopefully we'll get it over to a specialist to have it fixed. Meanwhile, the ITunes via the computer speakers will have to do. I do love these modern gadgets, but the plastic is not quite as warm as the hand carved wood and the story it tells. And, I still do manage an occasional waltz around the kitchen with a tot-turned-teen...much to their exaggerated chagrin.