During the 70's our family traded cassette tapes, from Philadelphia to Andover, and later from East to West coast, when we were on sabbatical there in 1977-78 and when Aba and Ema moved to the hellhole of Barstow (well, Hinkley) in the Mojave Desert several years later. Today I dug out those tapes, as well as one that I recorded from a 33 1/3 RPM record of Papa and Other Mama's trip to Europe in the early 60s. Sadly, much of this info is on cheap audiotapes, and not really recoverable. But I did get some of them converted to MP3 format, and will post them. I had almost forgotten how wonderful were our dinners and some social times. These days it is hard to find such happy, contentious dinner and cocktail conversations. I wonder why? If you know, please add a comment.
References to follow one of these days. You, too, can be borne back to the past ("Shut up, Aba!" said___ [guess who]).
I look forward to the MP3s -- and to recreating some contentious dinner conversation. Gregg and I are almost always available...save our sailing schedule this summer. :)
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