Our home received a new addition this past week.
An RCA Victor Stereo Console.
In the notes my mother in law had written prior to her
passing, she had made her desire known that it was to
come to North Carolina and reside with us.
It has a place of prominence in our den.
Marianne and I each brought music to our marriage.
Albums. Singles. LP's. 45's.
They were resurrected this week.
Songs we hadn't heard in years.
We sang along thanks to our our subconscious, which
had filed away every lyric and guitar lick.
Mountains of memories of people, places and things.
And the emotions tied to each.
To drop a needle on the groove.
To hear the crackle and hiss of a diamond on vinyl.
It's not as much how it sounds to the ear.
It's how it sounds to the heart.