This short story is from <1950s Nostalgic Collection of Short Stories for Seniors> by Bradley Windrow. It is perfect for seniors, even for dementia patients. Be sure to read until the end, as there’s a special gift waiting for you! hope you enjoy it!
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet. –Vietnamese Proverb
“You kids today are so boring,” Grandpa Frank bluntly blurted out. The grandkids had been inside all day, shuffling through the music on the speaker. They were having a hard time settling for a song. Their mother had finally had enough of the noise and chased them out of the house to get some sunlight. They reluctantly shuffled outside with the speaker, only to settle under a tree, still jumbling through the playlist. Frank just shook his head. His youngest granddaughter, Lucy, caught his gaze from under the tree.
“What, Grandpa?” she asked.
“You kids and your playlists,” he muttered. “Back in my day, we had to fight for music, not just scroll through it.” His eldest grandson, Josh, looked up, puzzled.
“You mean, you guys didn’t just hit ‘shuffle?’”
“Oh, no, kiddo,” Frank said, leaning forward with a grin. “We earned our music. And by ‘earned,’ I mean we fought like gladiators over it.”
“Fought? Over music?” Josh raised an eyebrow. “That seems extreme.”
“Oh, yeah. You see, before all this streaming nonsense, we had something called records,” Frank began, gesturing as if the entire concept of a record player needed a grand introduction. “Big, shiny discs. And the music? It didn’t come from thin air; it came from a thing called a turntable. And if you wanted to hear your favorite song, you had to fight for it.” His grandchildren exchanged curious glances, then returned their attention to their phones. Frank could tell they were only half-listening, but he was determined to bring the story to life.
“Back in the 1950s, the record player was the center of our home’s entertainment. It was where we listened to Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, and Nat King Cole—depending on who got there first. That’s right. Music wars, every afternoon.” Frank’s words caught Lucy’s attention. She put down her phone and crossed her arms, intrigued.
“What do you mean, wars?” she asked.
“Well, it was like this,” Frank started, settling into his chair like he was about to tell the tale of the century. “Remember Ma Rosie, my sister? Well, she and I had completely different tastes in music. I was all about the fast-paced rock ‘n’ roll—the kind that made you wanna jump up and do the twist. But Rosie? Oh, no. She liked the slow stuff. The crooners. Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, all those dreamy love songs. And with one turntable in the house, every afternoon, the battle was on.” Frank leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’d race to the record player, hoping to get our favorite album on first. I’d be clutching my Chuck Berry record, and Rosie would be gripping her Nat King Cole like it was the Holy Grail. And once you had the needle on, you couldn’t just switch it; you had to defend it.”
“That’s crazy,” Lucy giggled. “So, what happened? Did you, like, fight over it?”
“Fight? Oh, I wish we fought. This was much worse than that,” Frank said, shaking his head with a smile. “We had rules, you see. Like, whoever did their chores first got to choose the music. But sometimes, we’d both just hover by the record player, waiting for the other to leave the room so we could pounce. It was a dirty game of cat and mouse.” The kids were all leaning in now, and Frank could tell he had their full attention.
“One day, I was enjoying my Elvis, you know, shakin’ up the house, when Rosie came storming in. And before I could even finish my solo, she yanked the record off mid-song and slammed Nat King Cole on the player. Just like that. Mid-song!” Frank made a dramatic motion with his hand. “I was furious, but I wasn’t going to back down. So, I went to her room, gathered the rest of her records, and hid them.” The children gasped.
“No way!” Josh exclaimed.
“Oh, way,” Frank said with a wink. “It was a battle of wits—and sabotage. I even went so far as to mess with the speed on the turntable, so her songs played in slow motion. You should’ve seen her face. But Rosie wasn’t having it. When it was my turn, she accidentally tripped and bumped the player, so my favorite song skipped every few seconds.”
Lucy’s eyes were wide. “That’s so funny! What happened next?”
“Well, things got out of hand, obviously. Soon enough, we were on the floor fighting for our lives until we knocked over a vase,” Frank said with a chuckle. “My mom had had enough of the drama. She called us into the living room one day, hands on her hips, and said, ‘I’ve had it. I’m making a music schedule.’” He mimicked his mom’s stern voice, making everyone laugh. “You get an hour, and you get an hour, and no more fighting.” The children looked disappointed.
“A schedule? That’s lame,” Josh said.
Frank laughed. “It was, but it worked. We grumbled about it at first, but after a while, I actually started to enjoy the uninterrupted time. Rosie and I would listen to our music without fighting—well, most of the time.”
“Most of the time?” Lucy asked. “So, you guys did finally get along?”
“Oh, yeah,” Frank continued. “It worked. We had our designated time, but of course, that didn’t stop us from sneaking in during each other’s turn.” Frank chuckled. “But eventually, we learned to appreciate each other’s music. I started humming a Nat King Cole, and Rosie grew to love my Elvis tracks. It was a miracle, really.” The kids looked at each other and back at Frank, who was already heading back into the house.
“So, kids, while you’re scrolling through your playlists, sharing music with someone, even if you’re not into it, is what makes it special,” he said.
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