On a small Ohio farm in the 1970’s, my cousins fixed Ford Mustangs in a musty old garage. A round blue transistor radio played a rock AM station while they worked and laughed and sometimes fought.
There was corn being grilled outside for dinner and bonfires burning bright on summer nights.
I shelled sweet peas in the yard with my great-grandmother and for every pea I’d throw into the bowl, three others were eaten.
There was long hair all around, a motorcycle buzzing and the James Gang playing softly in the background. There was a pool table in the basement and sometimes basketball was played on a tattered hoop.
The soft pillows on outdoor wicker had brown, orange and green squares.
A short time ago I walked into a dark, antique shop on a dusty city street and saw a radio gleaming on a shelf. Memories washed over me in huge, sheltering waves.
Sold.
spanishwoods 
Nice one!
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Thank you…
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Our memories are the poem of life. Good work! 🙂
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That’s true. Thank you.
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I’m pretty sure I had a yellow one just like that! 😀
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I think they came in yellow, blue, red and white.
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More than once, I’ve purchased something that reminded me of my past. Glad to hear you bought it.
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Didn’t even asked if it worked (it does). It felt great to buy it.
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Ahhh the 70’s. So awesome. Love reading this.
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Exactly. 🙂
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We had one of these in bright yellow with a small beaded chain. I listened to all the great pop songs from the early 70’s on that radio. Casey Kasum every weekend.
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Yes, it has the silver chain with the circle at the end. I love it so much.
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I remember those James Gang albums, especially the original one and Rides Again. 🙂
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Exactly. Loved Joe Walsh.
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My sister had one of those when I was growing up in the ’70s. I remember it perfectly. I wonder if she still has it.
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Funny how such mundane things can bring back so many memories…
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