The Spinning Wheel Spins
While trolling on Flickr for pictures of Mee Heng Low I happened across aroid's site and this image in particular. For those not assed to look at the link, I will post the caption here,
About this time--1960s--Dad tapped the phones in the house, so all calls were recorded. Everyone knew about it. The idea was to see what he said when people called him in the middle of the night, and he could not remember the next day.
Mom orders chicken almond from Mee Heng Low, a restaurant in San Luis Obispo that is still there on Palm Street, next to the Palm Theater.
Posted next is this audio clip of his mother ordering from Mee Heng Low... ...from my Uncle Johnny, shown here on the right next to my Grandpa Billy,
I like how connected it makes us all seem, and how young my uncle sounds in general -- his command of English was always better than my grandfathers for whatever reason, though they both now have the slurry drawl of advancing age.
Last Christmas I shot interviews with all the willing grandparents (my white-side grandfather declined for whatever reason). Afterwards, my cousin Nancy mentioned that she had tape-recorded interviews with her grandfather, my great-grandfather, and LOST THEM. When I first heard the clip above I was hoping it was him, but it made my day even though it isn't.
About this time--1960s--Dad tapped the phones in the house, so all calls were recorded. Everyone knew about it. The idea was to see what he said when people called him in the middle of the night, and he could not remember the next day.
Mom orders chicken almond from Mee Heng Low, a restaurant in San Luis Obispo that is still there on Palm Street, next to the Palm Theater.
Posted next is this audio clip of his mother ordering from Mee Heng Low... ...from my Uncle Johnny, shown here on the right next to my Grandpa Billy,
I like how connected it makes us all seem, and how young my uncle sounds in general -- his command of English was always better than my grandfathers for whatever reason, though they both now have the slurry drawl of advancing age.
Last Christmas I shot interviews with all the willing grandparents (my white-side grandfather declined for whatever reason). Afterwards, my cousin Nancy mentioned that she had tape-recorded interviews with her grandfather, my great-grandfather, and LOST THEM. When I first heard the clip above I was hoping it was him, but it made my day even though it isn't.
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