“The Human Voice is the most perfect instrument of all.”
On Saturday, I had lunch with two cousins – one of which I haven’t seen in at least 30 years.
Cousin Joanne brought me a gift: A few parental-related photos and a cassette tape.
The cassette tape was from many years ago, when Joanne’s brother, Jim, made a tape recording of mom and dad. He asked many questions of mom about her family and growing up – the house they lived in, the garden, how my grandparents related to their children, and more. Dad also had his turn, telling everyone about staying calm and living through an armed robbery when he managed an A&P grocery store in Oshkosh.
There were moments of attention deficit, straying onto unrelated subject matter and mom asking her guests at least twice, “Do you need a drink?” Then she would tell my dad, “Evan! Make everyone a drink!”
When I listened to the tape with cousin Judy at her house, I was positive I would end up needing a box of kleenex.
That wasn’t the case.
You see, this was an unexpected gift of pure joy. The cassette tape – hearing mom and dad’s voices again – made me smile and laugh, not cry. In their speech patterns were the rich tones of the parents I knew – my dad’s deep, gravelly words and mom’s attempt at speaking German; their familiar euphemisms and interactions with one another; the way they laughed. I could hardly believe I was hearing them speak again…a true blessing.
I cannot thank my cousins enough for having done this in the first place and then keeping that cassette for so many years.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
My only concern now is finding someone who will convert or record the cassette onto CDs so that brother and I can continue to listen and remember the voices of our parents for years to come.
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