Last night I was listening to a CD that my mum had made. Her father, my grandfather (or Pa as he was called) recorded himslef talking and a selection of his (and our) favourite records from the 60′ and 70’s. As i listened to the first of the 11 CD’s, and heard his voice it was such a blast form the past and I got all goose-bumpy and nostalgic. I couldn’t believe how many of the words of the songs I could remember. Holly was with me and aghast that I kept saying “wow, that is my Pa, not your Pa, but mine”. How can she fathom the meaning of this? The importance of hearing a long lost voice, someone she has never known (he died in 1986). At one stage I could hear Nanna banging away in the kitchen, like she was doing the dishes, and it took me back to their old house, and I could imagine exactly the way things would have been at that moment in time. I then wondered if he thought that we would be listening to these tapes 25 years later, me with my own children in a house that he never knew existed, and probaby didn’t exist way back then.

Can’t wait to listen to the rest of the CD’s and see what memories they provoke.