When I was about 9, my sister and I were moved down into a new “kid’s room” my dad built in the basement. There was a new baby on the way that needed our bedroom, so we did what the most skilled of midwesterners know how to do, and built a bedroom in the basement.
Really, it was cool. First we got to help build it, then we got to pretty much do what we wanted as long as we kept it quiet and didn’t fight. (That last part was actually a lot harder than it sounds.) Except for the creepy loud pachinko machine I both loved and feared – you would not believe how many times I nearly peed my pants because I was afraid to go past that hunk of levers and metal balls lurking at the foot of the stairs in the middle of the night – I’ve got some great memories of our basement bedroom.
One of them was finding some treasures when we were cleaning out the basement before we began construction. Treasure number 1 was mom and dad’s collection of 45’s. And were there some classics in there? You tell me.



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Thanks for the memory………
Weren’t those 45’s great! My folks had mostly Beatles one’s and surfer one’s, but I swear I wore a needle or two out listening to them.
Patsy Cline – Fab voice and a tough life! Thanks for the post!