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Re: C.C. ....
Thank you. Well I like the crackly bits Rumor, it gives a nostalgic feeling to the affair.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 20, 2010 at 7:14 AM
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C.C. ....
ahhh, the old gramaphone still has good taste and I bet it played clear as a bell as soon as the proper "spring was sprung"..
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posted by
Rumor
on September 20, 2010 at 6:55 AM
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E.E. yes the more one delves down amongst the old days . It is wonderful really I wonder if some folk can recall every day, I suppose it is all in there somewhere.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:17 PM
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Re: Sam
Yes I did change the end line Sam sometimes one becomes word mammered, I bet E.E. would like that word.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:13 PM
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Re: Lovely and evocative
Well malcolm we had an ancient one as kids how about Giving a Donkey a strawberry.
Or The Song of the Gipsies we used to tease our Dad when that came on because he told us once as a boy a gypsy friend of his cut fingers and were made blood brothers. So we always used to shout listen Dad your song.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:10 PM
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Re: CORNCRAKE
I know Wiley when my mum was old she kept saying she would like a gramaphone, bit she wanted one with a trumpet loudspeaker, I wish I had found her one, but times were different then. Duiring the war an old lady next door heated those normal size ones and made vases from them. Glad you are keeping in better spirits. Read you later I expect just got up
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 11:03 PM
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Re: c
You have an ear for it Bill
posted by
C_C_T
on September 19, 2010 at 10:53 PM
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c
. Thanks from this communication major. The sound’s great sir. I love you. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on September 19, 2010 at 8:26 PM
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CORNCRAKE
I loved those old records, and I have a special memory of a wicker basket that came home to us from India after my brother Michael was shot down in the RAF. He had his collection of large old records contained in a perfectly fitted Indian made basket. Strangely, as a young boy I remember one of the records was titled 'A Letter Edged in Black', You concluded that special poem with love. How appropriate old chap.
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 19, 2010 at 5:54 PM
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Lovely and evocative
We used to have a gramophone and I loved the heavy old records such as 'Twelfth Street Rag'
posted by
malcolm
on September 19, 2010 at 1:48 PM
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What a great poem! I love how you worked in the close! Too cool! sam
posted by
sam444
on September 19, 2010 at 9:12 AM
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CC - memories of old sometimes feel like an old song. EE
posted by
elysianfields
on September 19, 2010 at 8:43 AM
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