I have tinnitus in both ears and sometimes, in the still of the night, with my white noise machine running and the wind blowing, it sounds like I hear something like voices. Now, either I have a BIG problem or more likely, this is just the result of aging and the brain disengaging for the day.
The other night, this happened and I was reminded of a funny time in my life. In “The Circle Won’t Be Broken,” I have made reference to a wonderful family that was our neighbor when I was very young. The same year we moved to our bigger home, they moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan. It was more of a drive, but we still visited.
One year, it was early June and I would have been thirteen in July. Our parents wanted to go out for dinner and whatever it was they did, so they left me in charge of the five younger children. Ben was 10, Linda was turning 9 in June, Laurie had turned 7 in May, Lisa would be 5 in a couple of days, and Loren was 2 ½.
|I am ashamed to admit that|
I didn't even have to get
out of the chair I was sitting
in to write this blog entry
to photograph this radio.
Wonder who it belongs to?
By some miraculous example of my excellent babysitting skills, I got them all put to bed. I was sitting in the living room reading. Now, I have to describe this living room: the back side of the room was all windows looking out over a ravine. It really was lovely, but I was sitting there and I heard…..music.
The kids were all quiet and—where was this music coming from? I searched the living room, dining area, and kitchen. Eventually, it seemed to be coming from the top of the refrigerator. Upon investigation, I saw a package, a birthday gift for one of the kids. I ripped into this thing and it was a transistor radio! Why in heaven’s name did it choose that moment to turn on?
Scared the living daylights out of me until I realized what it was.
Later, the parental units came home and we did have quite the laugh about it.
So today, when I think I hear music in the evening and no one is watching TV, there must be a transistor radio on someplace!
Until we “connect” again…..
As a P.S. to this story, the family moved to (north of) Milwaukee and added a fourth child, but during my junior or senior year, they relocated to Mason, Ohio. They lived in two rentals while they built their permanent home, at the end of a cul-de-sac on the edge of a ravine. It is almost the exact design of their home in Grand Rapids. Well, as long as no one is asking me to babysit…..