January is always a month of reflection for me. I tend to spend time backing up photographs. While I am in the archives, I take a look around. I found these photos of my old cassette tapes. These tapes, in particular, were not for music, but held recordings of my late relative’s voices. My grandfather used to be really enthusiastic about new gadgets. He purchased a rather large (by today’s standards), portable radio with a voice recorder. When I stayed at his house, he would talk to me and record our conversations. Boy am I sure glad he did. It is nice to hear the voices of late relatives. But you can only listen for so long without being sad.
Quite a few years ago, when I was single, and living on my own, I transferred all the tapes to digital files. I should really get in the habit of listening to them once a year!