The Sounds of Silence

The silence was overwhelming.  Surrounded by instruments, but no music.  In her mind, she played the tunes she had listened to growing up.  Blue grass, rhythm and blues, and finally rock and roll.

She smiled as she pictured herself with her “portable record player”, the one that played 45’s and LP’s.  She still loved the scratchy sounds of the needle cutting its way through the music and watching each record drop down onto the turntable.  Vinyl had more character than the clean sounds of today’s CD’s.

How could she live without it?  How long before she forgot?

 

 

 

 

Rochelle Wyss-Fields

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

This week Rochelle Wisoff Fields gives us a photo of her own to write about.   100 words, more or less to tell a story.  Find more stories at this link:

 http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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16 Responses to The Sounds of Silence

  1. Very poignant way to describe struggles of a heartbreaking mental illness.

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  2. My husband and I still have tons of “vinyls” and love that scratchy-scratchy sound. Nicely done.

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  3. Maree Gallop says:

    A very moving and visual piece that I really enjoyed. Hopefully the music will linger in her mind … I could actually visualise those records and the whole experience of listening to LP’s myself. Thanks for the memories!

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  4. Dear Ruth,

    The visual of the records and the record player brought back memories for me. I remember that certain scent of the old record player and the vinyl. Nicely done.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. This was beautifully sad… I read a book once called “This Is Your Brain on Music,” which said that musical memories tend to stick with us the longest. I agree with the others… those memories will remain with her! (And those old records really are better than modern CDs…more “real”)…thanks for this story today!

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  6. margirene says:

    What a tragic story. I don’t think she will forget – the memories are too vivid. I remember playing those old vinyl records too, and in fact my mother still has dozens of them packed away in boxes. What to do with them is the question. Loved your story.
    Marg

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  7. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Ruth, This is really sad. We have an old 45 record player (got it at a garage sale) just like the one I had growing up. Your story is so touching and well written! Good job! Nan 🙂

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  8. storydivamg says:

    I love the way you wove the mystery and the skillful way in which you answer our questions in the final sentence. Well done this week, Ruth.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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  9. A sad story, nicely written. At least she had a memory of music.
    Claire

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