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It sat in the living room between those old velvet burgundy sofas, under their wedding picture in that old wooden frame hanging on the wall. It’s my grand parents’ phonograph constantly doing away with the house’s silence. It was their most beloved thing and I bet they did make the most of it. It was the 60’s and they had got it when it was brand new. It resembles a phonograph but it’s a bit more up date. It was a wooden table console music box with woven rattan and thread speakers. They got this phonograph so that the whole family would always fill the house with music of all kinds. Their kids didn’t hesitate on giving it a go as well. The air was always in unison with The Bee Gees, Santo & Johnny, Frank Sinatra, Simon & Garfunkel, and other of the best. When there were parties they would fill the room with friendly faces and enjoy some nice tunes that echoed through the speakers and loaded up the room. And when the kids were gone my grandparents would play old Mexican romantic classics and sit on that deep red couch enjoying their melodies. Sometimes my granddad would throw in a vinyl and even do day-to-day things, like helping her out with the dishes or washing his car. I remember being a little kid and this once I was peeking through the living room door window and I saw them slow dancing together to a soothing Mexican romantic classic. A 6’2, silver headed, slim handsome old man looking down through his thick glasses to my grandmother’s olive eyes and leading the dance through the living room. She gently swaying to his pace or sometimes gingerly stepping on his feet so she could be closer to him, as she was a 5’ tall little thing. I remember the sound of that console filling the air with music. That tiny fine needle scratching the solid vinyl making the music take over the house, like a grasshopper brushing his legs together to create a melodic sound filling the air at night. Years passed and the console kept pampering my grandparent’s wishes. Today the console remains, along with their memory. It doesn’t sit on the living room anymore, but instead it’s the first thing that catches your eye as you walk into the house. And even though that old grasshopper doesn’t sing anymore, we got him a new younger friend who looks like him who sits on top of him and helps him out with that. It will remain there as always, filling the house with melodic memories of happy happy times.