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I have, for 40 years, felt the need to record our seniors' stories.

They facinated me. They carry our real humanity. Now I'm one.

Before my Dad passed he got the grandkids together & told them some of his stories. I recorded him. The grandkids, now grown adults, cherish the tape, remembering the man, in his voice.


Dad was a radio guy through & through. He told stories.

He was short of stature but deep of voice.

He loved coming up behind big, deep voiced new collegues introducing himself in his deepest radio tones.

They would swivel around looking for him straight ahead.

Seeing nothing they looked down.

There was Dad. Smiling.

Sure wish I'd recorded that story

I believe when WE lose their Stories

We lose a big part of OUR Humanity. We don't have to.

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