A link to memories

[Marky B]

Earlier yesterday,I played a piece from youtube - Going Back by Dusty Springfield - and clicked it on to Facebook. The youtube sequence was of a 45rpm playing on an old record player. This reminded me of when I was very young,and when we had an old box record player - with a Union Flag design on its lid painted on by my eldest brother - and some evenings with my brothers and sister would play the 45's,and stacking them on the needle to give constant play for ten minutes or so. The crackling of the vinyls before the track would play,and the wobbly sound if the last disc was one disc too many on the pile of discs on the turntable.
How little things can trigger off fond memories - and alas,sad memories. Sometimes - and Lord knows where it comes from - I get the smell of plasticene,which takes me back to my infant school days and the lumps of Plasticene in the tin boxes,and then the memories of the classroom of the time.
Does anyone else have such feelings of small things to trigger off memories?
Ta Ta
MArky B

[wadsy]

I change the date on the wall at work every day & it always reminds me of doing the same thing in primary school

almost 50 years ago.

[Sgt Sunshine]

Cheers for the post Mark.....
Yes I used to have an old record player like that when I was a child. My Dad constructed the first one I had (actually it was for my older sister, but I inherited it) and he wired it up so it played through the speaker of a big old wireless....
Those "spindles" on the old record players could hold several 45rpm singles, that's why they had those raised ridges around the circumference of the label areas....that way they wern't supposed to slide when they lay on top of each other......but they often did . Later record players did away with those tall spindles....
Yes I remember the smell of Plasticine to from Primary School.......and playing in the sand pit....
Thanks for mentioning Dusty.........here she is playing one of my favourites.....



Cheers
Sgt S

[michaelmace]

Earlier yesterday,I played a piece from youtube - Going Back by Dusty Springfield ....How little things can trigger off fond memories - and alas,sad memories.....Does anyone else have such feelings of small things to trigger off memories?
Ta Ta
MArky B

I love Goin' Back. I had an uncle who was only about ten years older than myself and he used to play me the album version by The Byrds. He also played The Doors and other bands such as The Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Moody Blues and it was this which started my love of music at an early age. I have fond memories of sitting in the front parlour at Nan's house with him, playing now-classic albums, and both of us listening, rapt. And then he got married and took his music with him...sigh.

We had a lovely old Victorian school building as our primary school and, in my last year there, I had the opportunity to explore various stairwells and previously unseen rooms as I was Register Monitor, collecting them all in at morning break. Similar to your own experience, I can especially remember the smell of the round, paint blocks (like hockey pucks) in the art room which used to come in big boxes of twelve or more. I used to love mixing the various colours to see what would happen. I left my home city at sixteen (gladly, my childhood was poverty- and violence-stricken) but I promised myself that I would one day go back to visit that school. I was very sad to discover on Google Earth, several years ago, that it had been demolished.

Even now, in my early Fifties, I occasionally have a dream about that school but there's no Goin' Back to it.

[wadey]

Funny how these triggers work, I was riding my motorbike and stopped at a set of traffic lights, I lifted my visor and I could smell a nearby Chinese takeaway and it took me back 40 years to the West End of Morecambe where I had a flat near a "Chinese" funny old World

[Arfur Teacake]

Cheers for the post Mark.....
Yes I used to have an old record player like that when I was a child. My Dad constructed the first one I had (actually it was for my older sister, but I inherited it) and he wired it up so it played through the speaker of a big old wireless....
Those "spindles" on the old record players could hold several 45rpm singles, that's why they had those raised ridges around the circumference of the label areas....that way they wern't supposed to slide when they lay on top of each other......but they often did . Later record players did away with those tall spindles....
Yes I remember the smell of Plasticine to from Primary School.......and playing in the sand pit....
Thanks for mentioning Dusty.........here she is playing one of my favourites.....



Cheers
Sgt S

They have ruined it by overlaying the clean CD version on it.

Sometimes memories have to be represented by wear, tear and old technology.

A Motown record has to heard on a jukebox

[golightly]

I think this is a great scene from Mad Men about memories and the pain of nostalgia. It won't embed so here's a link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWyLaXCV2_s