Last year we got a new car. It has this great feature. You can download all your CD’s to the car. I love this! My husband is an avid music collector so we have literally hundreds of CD’s to choose from. Now that there are a plethora of songs stored in the car to choose from I am setting up my playlists. There are the old standards. They are the songs I fondly remember my parents playing on the 78’s. Some of the songs my Dad would sing in the car. The same songs he taught me to slow dance to. Then there is the music of my youth. They are the songs that were on the radio and American Bandstand when I was 4 or 5. I remember my first 45. It was “Big Girls Don’t Cry” by the Four Seasons. Another favorite was “Puff the Magic Dragon” by Peter, Paul and Mary. I knew big girls were not supposed to cry but I wasn’t big yet and I felt so sorry for Puff that I cried every time I heard the song. What I love about music is that hearing a song can transport us to a different time and place. My playlist is my own little time machine.

More on playlists and soundtracks of our lives another day.

(If you don’t know what a 78 or a 45 are . . . they are records . . . that were played on a record machine . . . not a computer, I-pod or MP3 player)