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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
I was told the the ‘old ones are the best’
Old slippers feel like they grew on you....old jeans.....soft and faded with age....old songs with all the memories and emotions attached to it.....a big band melody takes me back to the only time I ever danced with my dad.....it was at my nursing graduation /prize giving. He whispered in my ear how proud he was....this memory makes my eyes sweat....but I would not have it any other way.
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actually music memories can be far more important than a single photograph can ever achieve. always think of my old man when i used to hear rolf harris,s two little boys. he was before his time and hated harris and always made a thing about the lyrics of that song. then there are a few records who you associate with those who you loved and lost.