tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022375001701209500.post5659065450955034063..comments2023-06-15T08:46:27.898-07:00Comments on BELLABELL SOUNDINGS: IT'S ALL IN THE CARDSBellabellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14272996485620573797noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022375001701209500.post-61219305995080926482009-07-02T07:46:53.563-07:002009-07-02T07:46:53.563-07:00Em, your comment made me think about the music in ...Em, your comment made me think about the music in my early years; to be more precise, about the absence of it. In those days (late Thirties, early Forties) our family had no phonograph (as the word was then); and I remember no music from the radio until I was 10<br />or so. The music I had was Nanny whistling as she worked in the kitchen, and my father singing the old Scottish ballads to me just before bedtime.Bellabellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14272996485620573797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022375001701209500.post-86225087643685364332009-06-26T22:07:00.517-07:002009-06-26T22:07:00.517-07:00I really enjoyed this - I also have good memories ...I really enjoyed this - I also have good memories of grownups playing cards, though part of the memory involves a deep sense of indignation that they wouldn't let me play. I was very confident that if they'd just tell me the rules I could play Pinochle too (I was probably 4 years old). Instead I had to be satisfied just to sit under the card table drinking my mug of Nestle Quick and listening to all the good music my parents played on the stereo - Gladys Knight, Sergio Mendes & Brazil '66, Judy Collins...I've still not learned to play Pinochle but I know all the words to Midnight Train to Georgia.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10506678625592788292noreply@blogger.com