My family has long questioned my propensity for saving items past what seems to be the life of usefulness of the item(s) in question. My “collections” of ties, sweaters, t-shirts, cassette tapes, school papers, magazines, screws and the like have all been questioned. But this evening, one assortment of saved items has turned into a musical extravaganza at the Enns home.
After dinner, Elizabeth pulled out her phonograph and dug into my collection of LPs (“what’s an LP, Dad?”), was mesmerized by the ability of the turntable to hold a stack of records and release them at the appropriate time, one at a time, and regaled by the sounds of Evie and Dino and Hymns Triumphant. I was just told that I have entered the category of people who “understand old stuff.”
Maybe so. But it has engendered a sweet evening of laughter, conversation, and God-exalting music (’80s style). Now if I can just figure out what to do with all those ‘80s ties…
Words of Grace 