In the 1960s and 1970s, my parents’ prized possession (or rather, my favorite thing they had) was a rickety old reel-to-reel tape recorder with big, thick, white buttons and a little microphone that plugged in the front. I recall playing on the machine a few times and really loving it – certainly the impetus for my wanting to record and write as I grew up. After being moved coast to coast for over 40 years, Mom gave me the tapes to see if I could get them transferred to disc. Finding the correct recording studio and the correct reel-to-reel machines, a few of the tapes came to life again.
This recording is of my mother interviewing me in early 1970, in the months just prior to my fifth birthday and kindergarten.