I came across this photo today which instantly reminded me of the old stereo my dad built...the stereo that played the many records I would dance to as a child...the hub of our home until all of us kids started asking for personal record players, tape decks and stereo's for our bedrooms. With 10 kids in the house who all loved a variety of music - and two supportive parents who always fed that love - we needed multiple electronics in order to outblast the other music coming from the next room.
I was too young at the time to really appreciate the beauty of the stereo my dad had built...I would have wrestled him to the ground before letting him get rid of it. And I would have it proudly displayed in my own home today...and I'd still dance to the Disney version of "Macho, Macho Man" while wearing a striped leotard and plastic high heels.
