R is for Record

The kind of record I'm referring to here is the record album that was played on a hi-fi or a stereo.  Records...LPs...made of vinyl.  Ah, all the time spent listening to records while I was growing up...such memories.  My cousin and I would put on The Supremes (remember them?) and take turns being Diana.  When it was your turn to be Diana, you got to stand on the ottoman and hold the hairbrush (read: microphone) and sing the lead parts.  When your song was over, you just traded places until it was your turn again.  Oh how glorious we were and we sounded JUST LIKE DIANA ROSS every single time.  (Right.).  We belted out "Stop! In the Name of Love," "Baby Love," "Where Did Our Love Go," "You Can't Hurry Love," and the like--and I can hear y'all singing right now!  You remember!  Oh and the Beatles!  We would sing and sing and sing and talk about our crushes- my cousin, along with everyone else was so in love with Paul but I was always a George fan.  Always.  We would even put on my parents' Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass records and pretend to play the brass instruments.  I loved "A Taste of Honey" and we could really play that horn part!    

Since we were in elementary school in the mid-sixties, the very best EVER sleep overs were always at friends houses who had big sisters.  Oh, but this was such a treat!  They would let us hang out in the living room with them for a while.  Everyone was in their babydoll shortie pajamas (remember those?  the little bloomer bottoms and the full little top that just covered them?) and the teenagers had their hair all rolled up on orange juice cans and they would be playing records by The 5th Dimension; The Lovin' Spoonful; The Righteous Brothers; and so many more---they would all be dancing around the room and singing into their hairbrushes (read: microphones), eating popcorn and drinking sodas and just having a blast.  Until the boys showed up.  Then we would have to leave while the girls flirted.  But that was ok because, at the time, we thought that flirting with boys was silly and stupid.  Ha, that didn't last long!    

Ah, "those were the days, my friend we thought they'd never end we'd sing and dance forever and a day..."

This is the 18th day of the A-Z Blog Challenge for the month of April. The hardest letters are withing these last 10 days...thankfully, we're almost FINISHED!  I just might make it!  Until then, I leave you with The Supremes: (if it doesn't work the first time, try clicking a second time)