Beneath the Rocks
Everyone likes to listen to music. I guess I probably like it more now than I did at a very early age. I grew up with country music. I imagine that had something to do with growing up in the country. I grew up listening to such old-time greats as Hank Snow, Loretta Lynn, Kitty Wells, Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash, wow, they bring back memories.
It was a time in the mid 1950s of the vinyl records and the old-fashioned record players. I haven’t seen one of those in years. I had a lot of those records in storage. I sold them to a store a few years ago.
It was in the mid 1950s when my father got the record, Ghost Riders in The Sky. I thought it was a good record and enjoyed it but when my father played it over and over and over again it got to be too much for a little brain to take anymore. What were two boys to do when no one else was home?
My father was at work and my mom was gone. My brother was seven years older than I was. We found the record and it is sad to say that it got broken. Did we do it on purpose? I hate to think so, maybe it was an accident. All I do know is that there was more silence in the house from then on.
My brother and I did give it a proper burial. Somewhere near our old home, even today there is a record buried beneath some rocks in Barrett Township of Monroe County, Pennsylvania. I have no idea where that spot is anymore and I’m sure my brother doesn’t either. When you are young you will take drastic action to keep from getting yelled at.
My father asked us countless times if we had seen his record. Every time we said, “No pop, I haven’t seen it.” He looked for that record for days and as my brother and I moved away from him we got smiles on our faces. We were both just thankful that he never bought another one. I’m so glad that he didn’t. It would have been too much for us to explain the disappearance of two records.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2017