I never played in our room. 
No sooner I'd go in there to listen to the transistor radio, bratty would follow. I had no privacy what-so-ever.
No sooner I'd go in there to listen to the transistor radio, bratty would follow. I had no privacy what-so-ever. Every now and again, Dad would let me have the keys to the wagon so that I could listen to the radio station which carried my favorite tunes...like "Henry the Eighth I am I am", "Hey, Jude", "Jail House Rock", well almost everything from the Herman's Hermits, Elvis, & the Beatles...woohoo. Can you picture me in this small wagon, music blarring and me just a singing and bopping away.......lmbo.
Oh what good times those were......until.......you guess it, the battery died!!!!! That's why I only got the keys every now again......boohoo!!!!
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AWWWWWW, the animation isn't working today!!!!!!!
Sorry Ladies.....I'll try to get granny to come up another time...the phrasing is so comical...
God bless you all, huggers, Debs
I love those songs! This brought back great musical memories! Thank goodness I didn't have a bratty baby brother.
How fun that your Dad would give you the keys! At least you got SOME alone time! What a great memory!
Goodness, does anyone even know who sang Henry the Eighth these days? Yep I do.... LOL
What a great post.
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