When i was a wee lassie ma dad recorded everything on a real to real recorder, like everything he did it went out of fashion and was given away. then came casettes smae thing but a year or so after his death i received a parcel from my big brother inside was a recording my dad had made of one of his own poems, it felt so strange to hear that voice once more.

Katlaughing i couldn't agree more about the video. My brother had visited us with his new video camera and had left it to take down with us when we visited him. My Mum and dad came to visit we recorded the places we went and i had them sit down and talk to me about things they remembered. I wasn't to know it then but it was to be their last visit. Months later when we were down we again got the recorder out for their 60th anniversary. mums health failed and they never made it back up though she lived for almost three more years. the little cassettes of tape had been put away and forgotten about but when she died i dug them out did some crude editing (No computer in those days) and made copies for other members of the family each of which is now treasure espicially since dat too is now gone.