I’ve mentioned my older sister, Sheila, in several post here. She was, most certainly, the strongest early influence on my appreciation of music. As I’ve mentioned, she introduced me (if somewhat vicariously) to my first “grown up” music in the form of 50s and 60s rock and roll. She certainly had a big impact on my choices of music and my appreciation of it over the years. I thought it appropriate to share the following.
I was blogging before it was popular, years before WordPress or it’s predecessor (B2: CafeLog) was even invented. I may have been blogging before the term “blog” was coined. I referred to it as a writing a journal and considered it a sort of online newsletter for subscribers to my Internet Service Provider (ISP) company.
This is an entry from that online journal written at the time of Sheila’s death:
If there is any song that stands out it is the following, one she listened too the most on her portable record player, back in those early days when rock and roll was just getting started. That record player was nearly as big as a suitcase and probably didn’t have great sound but she nearly wore out that 45 on it. I heard it until I was sick of it but it stuck in my head, now coming back to me time and again whenever I think of my sister, Sheila.