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Such beautiful music. One of the two LP albums still in my possession is THE MESSIAH which the choir I was in performed at Christmas 1962. Nothing to play it on anymore, though. LOL!
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I still have a lot of vinyl LP’s, and a record player.
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I have two big albums of my mother’s 78s, and I kept only a few of my old albums. At one time I had a great 70s rock collection. My mother had such a variety of albums, Elvis, Dean Martin, some rock albums, and the best collection of country music from the fifties on.
At Christmas we listened to Dean Martin, Bing Cosby, Perry Como, Gene Autry, Johnny Cash, and so many more. She had one of those long furniture looking stereos, which she sacrificed and saved to get. She rarely listened to it, she was a terrible hoarder and every surface became something to pile stuff on within a day of arriving in our house, but at Christmas she would unload it all and play music for hours. Those old albums provided a respite in a troubled life for us. Isn’t it amazing how music can help us either endure something, change it, or become a mental balm, as well as bring true joy?
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Music, especially Christmas music, does a great deal to lift the spirits. My DD used to start playing Christmas music just after Halloween!
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How fun to still have the records and the player!
One of my fondest 1950s memories is of sitting in the evenings with my mother on our long front porch listening to classical music played on the stereo my father built. We’d wait for him to get home from work around 11:30 PM and then all listen to the music together as we had a late-nite snack.
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My previous wife in my serial polygamy saga had relatives in the choir. We’d also go down to the Tabernacle and listen to them practice for the holidays. The acoustics in the Tabernacle are amazing, the usher used to demonstrate them by standing on the stage and quickly brushing his hand down his suit jacket – you could clearly hear it half the way back.
The practices were not as choreographed as the final production but hearing the choir and accompanying instruments (especially the organ) with just the few interested visitors was far superior to hearing it with a full house of people.
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