My English cousin John sent me an audio cassette last week. I searched and searched, and could find nothing in the house to play it on. Can you imagine?
Finally, today, Jim brought home a jam box from School--an old one that still plays cassettes.
I have been listening to my mother's voice.
For Christmas of 1966, Aunt Joan, John's mother, and Aunt Zoe, her sister, had sent us a tape of their voices, rather than send the usual letter. We were instructed to tape over it and send it back. It contains John's, Mom's, Dad's and my voices. We all sound very stilted, and, in Mom and Dad's case, it may have been the first time their voices were ever recorded. They wrote out what they wanted to say, and read it.
John and I were more at ease with the technology, but not much. I remember being taped in school, and hating the sound of my voice.
But, this tape is a treasure. Stilted as it is, it has my parents' voices. It has been almost 30 years since I last heard my mother's voice, and 11 since my dad died.
I am blown away.
Thank you, John!