How well I do remember the bongo drums - the constant thumping was quite exhilarating. These were growing years - painful, very different because times were changing. Shall we blame it all on "Rock and Roll"? I think underneath all the turmoil, there was always an appreciation for the constancy of family and the love that was there, even at challenging times.
Makes me catch my breath. I remember what Ross said about those later teen years - the "child" has to do all of these things so that when it's time to leave home, both the parents and the child are ready - more than ready? Growing pains are so painful.
So I am not the first to do a little horse trading. Father had a banjo, like me and my guitar he never quite got the hang of it so he traded it for a 22 rifle. I would later trade the drums for rent but now I have the rifle. An excellent trade.
Am a little late with this observation, but am suspecting there was an identity crises going on. In the other letter Judy posted, Steve was going by Mike Jr., and this letter is signed Dennis the Menace. Very interesting! Also, I didn't know Dad had a banjo. Is that the source of the 22 rifle he had forever?
I don't know about the banjo, but I do remember the harmonica that only came out of his dresser drawer at Christmas time, and he would play a few Christmas carols on it. I was totally fascinated, because when I would sneak into Mother and Dad's bedroom, open the drawer, take it out of its' red case, and blow on it, I woud just get a disharmony of sounds.
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