Today I resorted the things in my room. The main goal was to consolodate everything that I still need to sort or value and then get rid of into one set of shelves. Not the pictures still to be sorted. Those are separate. This is stuff that I still haven't convinced myself I couldn't get a few dollars for, and letters that I haven't read.
I may be keeping more than is sensible, but the pile gets smaller every time I sort through it. Right now I'm sorting through old 45 rpm records.
Dad's: Begin the Beguine, The Shifting, Whispering Sands, Deep Purple (Bing Crosby), My Happiness, To Each His Own, What Is A Girl?/What Is A Boy? (Jackie Gleason), Cold, Cold Heart (x3), Daddy's Little Girl, Riders in the Sky (x2), Tennessee Waltz, The Glow Worm, Tumbling Tumbleweeds, Your Cheatin' Heart, You Always Hurt the One You Love, Born to Lose, Mockin' Bird Hill, The Wayward Wind, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, and It's Been a Long, Long Time.
Mine: Rainbow Connection, Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White, and Blowin' In the Wind/Puff the Magic Dragon.
Unknown: Chasing A Dream, Blueberry Hill, I'll Take Care of Your Cares/Ballerina, Song of the Islands, Over the Rainbow/You Made Me Love You, Till We Meet Again, Anytime, Hopelessly Devoted to You, and a box set of La Traviata, on clear red discs.
Dad had a preference for LPs, so some of these may have been records that I bought cheap to remind me of him, or that I inherited from somewhere else and kept because they were songs he played and songs he sang us to bed with.
I may keep the red ones for awhile, but the others are going. Also going is a box of LP albums, album sets, and 78 records that were definitely his. His name was on most of them. Two were in the cardboard box they had been mailed to him in. I'm glad I went through the box even though I didn't keep any of the records in the end. There was also a photo album that he had kept in high school. There were enough pictures of other kids to show that he had friends. But most of the pages were filled with pictures of planes.
He was always interested in WWII planes. Some were post cards. Some were the size of, and had backs like, playing cards. Some were smaller photos. I'm going to mail them to Beloved Son, because he's shown interest in Dad's army time and his army time wouldn't have happened without this prior interest. If BS wants to throw them out after looking at them, that's fine.
I did my due dilligence. I looked online, checking on the 78's. The best advice there is that if it was a popular song, it isn't worth the bother of trying to sell. Early jazz and pre-WWII country, western, or hillbilly might be worth something, but Bing Crosby won't be.
Give me a sec. There are at least four albums of 78's in the Going Away Shelves. Some titles I'm not familiar with. Probably not Dad's. "That Mink On Her Back (Brought the Wolf to My Door)." One of them is a picture disc with Cowboys and cows. I may check on a value for that one. It has fine scratches, but may not have skips. Probably a lost cause, but out of nearly two boxes worth, checking on one or two won't hurt me.
So "Out Where the West Winds Blow" is number one of two to be checked. Number two is "The Voice of . . . Barry Goldwater." It's his acceptance speech from his nomination for president. I had no idea that those were pressed into LP's.
There's about a box full of LP's left, and those were probably mine. These were the ones I was feeling guilty about, though, so those will be easy to go through. The culls are by the front door, ready to be taken to the van. With them are my old speakers and tape/CD player. Getting those out of my bedroom is freeing up significant floor space. I'm going to enjoy it. I'll let you know if I can get big bucks for Barry.
Oh, my. I just took it out to see if it had been played much. It hasn't been. And it's an eye-catching transparent bright yellow. A gold LP for Goldwater. Nice.
