I love having music. When I was growing up, my parents had one of those big long stereos in the family room. I think we could stack 5 or 6 albums and it would play them one at a time. There was always music in our house, and very, very rarely was the TV on – rare as in maybe once every two weeks it got turned on. But, the stereo – Patsy Cline, Connie Francis, Jim Reeves, Marty Robbins . . that’s where my love of old country music started. I can’t remember anywhere I’ve ever lived where I didn’t have some kind of radio or, later, an iPod hookup with speakers, where I could listen to music in the kitchen, in the sewing room . . but rarely in the family room because that’s where the TV was and it was always on.
My parents had a camp at a lake near my grandparents and every weekend, we’d go up there. We’d listen to the Lake Charles radio stations til they were out of range, then switch to a Leesville station and hoped we could get the signal til we got to the camp. Those were the day . . before iPods, earbuds, TV monitors in the back seat. We all listened to the same music and sang along . . for two hours . . every Friday going to the camp and every Sunday going back home.
When we moved to Kentucky, the best thing about that house was that in the corner of the family room was some kind of hookup where you could make the music play in the kitchen, in the master bedroom, in the master bathroom, in the downstairs family room or in the whole house. Vince immediately hooked it up and I could play CDs, the radio and even cassettes. Whatever room I was in, the music was playing, but Vince didn’t have to hear it in the family room. That was the best music set up I’ve ever had and I loved it.
We moved to MO and we knew we weren’t staying there long so I never asked to have any kind of stereo setup. I laugh thinking about it because we hadn’t been in MO a week and Vince was ready to leave. We got there in January and January and February are not good months for my sunshine/warm weather loving husband. Here we are again . . Missouri in January and look who isn’t here. Last time I talked to him this morning, he had 6″ of snow . . in central Texas. You can bet there are lots of happy kids and lots of them building their first snowman. For the record . . no snow in my part of Missouri.
We moved to TX and that was the first thing I asked. Vince wouldn’t put speakers in the ceiling, he didn’t want to deal with running wires to put speakers on the walls so . . no music setup there. I had a CD player in the kitchen but the family room/dining room and kitchen were all one big room so if he was home, the TV was on and I couldn’t play music. In the sewing room, I had Pandora or an iPod going all the time.
Our home in MO now has Bose speakers in the upstairs and downstairs family rooms and the sound is amazing. Vince can sit downstairs and listen to TV with surround sound and I can listen to music upstairs.
I’ve been just listening to the radio. I asked Vince the other day if there was a way to hook up my computer or iPad so I could listen to Pandora in surround sound. He said “just use bluetooth”. What? I didn’t know I could do that with the receiver thing he hooked up. I figured it was something he brought from Texas that was ancient.
Now I’m back to listening to Conway Twitty, Tammy Wynette, Faron Young, Gene Watson . . oh, how I love that old music!
I can crank it up so I can hear it in the kitchen. Last night I actually went outside and walked around to be sure the neighbors weren’t hearing it. Can you imagine the neighbors saying — the old granny next door is keeping us awake at 1 a.m. with some strange music!