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Dixon Carter Lee

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They're dancing to the Beatles and Queen and getting into the "George M!" cast album and fascinated by the cover art on "Bat Out of Hell" and "Monty Python's Matching Tie and Handkerchief". Weird.

It reminds me of how I used to love playing my parent's old albums (some 78s!) and look through their old Life magazines (the Zapruder film issue was cool), and some early Playboys. Their bottom dresser drawer was like a Time Capsule with photos of my father in uniform and my mother in pig tails and all that assorted pop culture memorabillia. Every parent should have a drawer like that.

What artifact did you uncover as a kid?
 
Elton John and Rick Springfield my mother and dad used to play them all the time. I used to sneak there records in my room and play them :)
 
i grew up in the 80s but my parents raised me on jimi hendrix, led zepplin, and the doors...to them i say thank you :heart:
 
My dad's comic books. They were too damaged to be worth anything, but they were a blast to read. My brothers and I used to stretch out on the floor of the family room with Dad's trunk open and the books spread out everywhere, reading and trading. Everything from Superman to Adam Strange. It was the only time the house was ever quiet.
 
I use to listen to all my mother's old Elvis albums .... because of her influence I love music from the 50's and 60's.
 
When i was a kid, my father had show music taped on spools of reel-to-reel tape. All the great old shows...all the music. My mother had LPs of Johnny Mathis and The Iseley Brothers and the Ames Brothers and Frank Sinatra. (Am i spelling these names right? I'm too lazy to look them up right now.)

Then my mother discovered Bob Dylan and all the old stuff disappeared. We got a new stereo system and the reel-to-reel player (and all the music) dematerialized. I wonder where it all went?
 
My childhood home rather resembled the more realistic sequences in any one of the Nightmare on Elm Street films. Nostaligia is like reliving a particularly excruciating loss in any one of the major battles of the Pacific Theatre in World War II.

The sad truth is that the only thing we ever found was the 1958 vibe. It belonged to my father.

:)
 
We recently put away our turntable and I find that I'm going into withdrawals. There is something so satisfying about taking the record out of the sleeve, placing it on the turntable and placing the needle on the record....gingerly. The whole process........you had to think about what you were doing.....work a little for that warm crackle when the needle hit the vinyl......*sigh*

:heart:

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My grandfather was a musician (drummer) back in the '20s and '30s, and we had a big stack of 78s that the various bands he played with had recorded. There were two in particular that I liked to listen to because he was the lead singer on them.
 
I recall that in the mid 60s my father purchased what was then a state of the art stereo system, it was his pride and joy. From that system I learned to appreciate New Orleans jazz and artists like Chet Atkins,Elvis and even Rick Nelson who I think is underated as a singer/songwriter. Anyway we werent allowed to touch the system! Someday I hope to put a vintage system together.:)
 
I remember the stag films I found once in my father's closet. Two 10 minute color super 8 reels with no sound, no foreplay, just two chubby people fucking on a bed in front of a cardboard set. Weird.
 
My brother and I were digging through the attic one day and came across an old footlocker. Inside the locker were hundreds of photos that my dad, who was in Patton's army in WWII, had either taken himself, traded for, or "liberated" from the Nazis. Incredible, priceless photos that he just couldn't bear to look at.

The ones he took at Buchenwald made an impression on my brother and me. My father cried when he realized we'd seen those pictures.
 
I loved LPs and still do. My dad and I have always traded music. I take over his LPs, and he steals my CDs! :)

When it comes to finding things, can only think of his briefcase with porn mags, mostly Mayfair and Playboy. LOL That was an interesting find... My first encounter with porn was naked women... Unfortunately my mom also found them later on and told dad to get rid of them as "There is a child/daughter in the house". I did miss those mags... :D
 
sunstruck said:
My dad's comic books. They were too damaged to be worth anything, but they were a blast to read. My brothers and I used to stretch out on the floor of the family room with Dad's trunk open and the books spread out everywhere, reading and trading. Everything from Superman to Adam Strange. It was the only time the house was ever quiet.
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Me too! I'm a comic book whore. I used to swipe an older cousins who guarded them with his life.
 
Anything of historical or nostalgic value at my home has been destroyed one way or another. It's too bad. The closest connections I have with the past are my grandfather and my parents, and that's about it.
 
My best finds to date:

Smith-Corona typewriter circa 1962
stack of 45s
console TV cabinet circa 1950
Singer sewing cabinet (w/built in machine) circa 1960
 
I remember growning up, 'treasure hunting' through my mom's dresser. Old black and white pictures of family I've never known- from Kansas, I think. Pastel sweaters that my mom knit when my sister and I were newborns. Little odds and ends, saved throughout her lifetime.

My favorite was this black and white photo of my mom and dad when they were like 14 & 16, kneeled face to face hiding behind my dads old 1940- something Ford 2 door sedan.. stealing a kiss.

I think my uncle caught them and captured the moment with a pic.

#1.. me and my sister were like 'ooooh mom! I can't believe you're kissing dad!'

and #2 me and my sister were in awe.. my mom was wearing the tiniest little daisy-duke type shorts! :eek:


My mom was extremely girl-next-door beautiful. My dad, was dorky lookin' :D
 
I loved going through the boxes of treasures that held old memories. Old LPs, a record player, photographs, and all the others were great to look at, but I have to say, what enchanted me the most was my father's gadgets. My dad is the absent minded professor, and I inherited the love of fixing things through exploration, etc. Old typewriters, old phones, alot of old hand tools, etc, filled alot of summer afternoons.
 
my dad collected classical music lps and my mom was into swing, jazz and the pop music of the wwII era. my dad had a cigar box with probably every pocket knife and fountain pen he ever owned. when the pens quit and the knife blades had been sharpened til there was little blade left he put them in the box. i could play with them for hours. he also had a little wooden box that had a hidden panel that you had to slide to one side before it would open. in it was money, coins mostly, from all the places he was in during wwII.

was estranged from him when he died and so i have no idea what ever happened to any of it. shame................
 
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