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The White Board #717378 added February 7, 2011 at 3:43pm
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The Museum
During a rare visit from the geandkids, they were down in the basement, 'exploring.' A couple of hours later, the youngest came up for a drink and I asked her what they were doing down there.
"We're in the museum, Grand."
"Museum?" I asked.
"Yes, the one with the old trunks and, you know, museum stuff."
No. I really didn't know. Downstairs we went and thus i was transported to the dark ages of 'oldness.'
"What's that? asked Nathan, pointing at a 45 record player.
"And these?" asks Audry holding a stack of 45s. "Old Frisbees?"
"Let's find a plug and I'll show you."
"It doesn't work on batteries? I couldn't find a usb cord," offered Max.
I showed them what all the kids in the fifties and sixties played their music on. Suffice to say they were unimpressed.
"The music is terrible!"
I didn't ask if they were thinking the music itself or the semi-scratchy old Davy Jones 45.
Sigh.
They saw (and knew not to touch unless an adult was there) Grampa's 1966 Ludwigs drum set. "See, grand? That's really old!"
"It is from 1966."
"That's OLD!"
"Look at the old-fashioned rocking horse, Aud!" says Max.
"Wow! It doesn't even look like a horse, much!"
"Ken's great-grandfather carved that," I say, "Look, here's the date -1823."
"I told ya, Grand. You have a museum in the basement!" |
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