In the 1960s and 1970s, my parents’ prized possession (or rather, my favorite thing they had) was a rickety old reel-to-reel tape recorder with big, thick, white buttons and a little microphone that plugged in the front. I recall playing on the machine a few times and really loving it – certainly the impetus for my wanting to record and write as I grew up. After being moved coast to coast for over 40 years, Mom gave me the tapes to see if I could get them transferred to disc. Finding the correct recording studio and the correct reel-to-reel machines, a few of the tapes came to life again.
This recording is of my mother interviewing me in early 1970, in the months just prior to my fifth birthday and kindergarten.
Published on March 16, 2013 18:59