I Don’t Remember Anymore

First time I heard Bach—I do, 1959, winter, New Hampshire, leaning close to the fabric speaker of our Webcore mono electric gramophone, state of the art, symphony number 4, blind eyes bandaged following surgery, hands so small, feeling vibrations in my fingers, first Braille…

But I don’t remember what came next, was it Sibelius “Finlandia” or that horrid recording of Burl Ives singing “Big Rock Candy Mountain”—I can’t recall…

’59 was the year older children told little ones we were eating “radioactive” snow.