On Tweets and Tapes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Birds, like these by moloco, just make everything happier.

Embarrassing. Nostalgic. Brilliant.

Tonight the family convened at Mom’s house for supper. At some point during the evening, Mom produced a tape player (remember those?) and a series of recently-unearthed tapes featuring my brother and me as children. For a few moments, we sped back in time and listened to squeaky voices we barely recognized.

Mom recorded singing, reading, talking, praying–milestones captured in time.

Tomorrow I am firing up the Mp3 player. My son needs to have this opportunity someday.

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