“Grandad, what are these old plates?” I looked up from my book. Phoebe sat by the open door to the cupboard with a handful of precious memories. “Ah, put those back now. They are 45's”. I replied. “But, why are they called numbers?” I realised this could get awkward, so..... “Well, they were also called records,” I said. Phoebe was ten, going on twenty. “Oh, I know. Like world records!” “No”, I laughed. Changing tack I said. “They were also called singles.” Phoebe sat quiet in thought. Sadly, not for long. “So 45's were also 1's ?” I really should stop shovelling now, this hole is getting deeper, I thought. “No.” An idea emerged. “You know those downloads you listen to, well, these are the old fashioned version”. That should do it, I thought. Phoebe seemed satisfied. She put the memories back in the cupboard, got up and made to leave the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to my copy of Ripping Yarns. At the door Phoebe stopped and turned her head. “You mean they are MP3's you can hold. Why didn't you just say so!” With that she left the room. I put the book down, and as I walked to the garage, the wife said, “Where are you going?” “I'm going fishing, I know when I'm beaten,” I replied over my shoulder.
That is too cute, Moonglum! And funny....and oh-so-true!
When LX was a teenager, she used to have LPs (no jackets) that she'd dug out of someone's trash to hang on her bedroom wall as decoration. She knew they were records and were the "old fashioned" way to play music, though she'd never heard one.
BP, who at the time was around the age of your granddaughter, had no idea what they were. At sixteen though, she has a turntable and a bunch of albums....many of which are new releases!