Ken's post about what got him started with the phonograph hobby inspired me on
to begin a thread about 'first times'. Ken and others, I would be delighted to
read your story. Here follows my own.
It was probaby 1969, 1970, I was used to catching Dark Shadows, the macabre
gothic TV soap
I have a sister who is 17 years older than myself. When I was ten years old
(in 1967), she took me with her to visit one of her high school girlfriends who
was married. In their dining room was an oak upright phonograph. Even at that
age, I loved music and had never seen anything like it
I should mention that years later I went back to my sister's friend's house to
see what phonograph it was that got me started. It was a plain little oak
Pathe' X!
From: appywan...@hotmail.com
To: phono-l@oldcrank.org
Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 11:15:58 -0400
Subject: [Phono-L] How I started
My introduction was about 1950 with the Victor, V-0 in the attic of our
farmhouse. I was fascinated with how the records would roll down the
steps and not all of them would break. I now have the records that
didn't break (or at least completely) and my brother has the machine.
But the mid
The following applies primarily to 10 albums:
Sketchy research tells me the L-door Vic XVI came with albums that
hold 15 records.
Later square-door models came with albums that hold 16.
Victor also made albums that held 17.
My L-door will not physically accommodate a 16 or 17.
I would like
So, John, did you see Loran's posting? If your phono-related story leads
into your life and its interesting connections, it's within the rules to
share it.
Thank You, Loran!
: )
Edward
In a message dated 7/30/2012 4:49:30 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time,
john1.c...@ge.com writes:
I have been enjoying the posts of What Got Me Started. I'd like to use
them, with the author's permission, in the upcoming In The Groove. I wrote
my What Got Me Started as the President's Message for the December
(Christmas Special Edition) of In The Groove in 2010. See below:
Ask anyone who
These stories are fascinating! Here's mine:
When I was about 8 or 9 years old, my dad would take me with him to my
grandmother's house while he mowed the lawn and did yardwork. There was a
separate building that my grandfather had built for the kids bedrooms, because
the original house was
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