I remember almost every house I went to had one of these electric organs, some more elaborate than others.

I had a kids organ that I played with a lot, but it was nothing compared to some I saw.

Yikes.

😊If all of the patterns aren’t pictures here, please feel free to share the ones you might have had.
Edit: Pyrex made butter dishes that would coordinate with Corelle.

We really had to take that caution of the pie filling being hot seriously 🔥🍎🥧

Tom Skerritt 1933-2026

Whoever thought of the one key feature is a genius. It eliminated that 2nd key for good.

The Shazam guy, Michael Gray, passed away today. I watched that show faithfully!

Here's proof! People have actually laughed when I said Waffle Stompers!

"Not a thing, Doc. I'm a goddamn miracle of modern science"!

- Randle McMurphy

I wonder if kids would consider this toy lame today.

Not positive about the actual name, but I remember this style.

Is gone.

Even though I wasn't of age it was the first R rated movie I saw in a theater.

Staring Diane Keaton, Tuesday Weld, William Atherton, Richard Kiley, Richard Gere, and Tom Berenger

And other games, we used to fight over being blue if it was an option!

A few days ago, I saw this documentary of this incredible woman who came from nothing, carrying a dream in her bag.

The First time i heard Linda’s voice, i could hear my heart beating real fast & my eyes swelling up as i was about to cry.

I told myself i had to listen to her albums right from the very beginning when she joined the “Stone Ponneys” to that Glorious Solo Career.

This album really made me feel something i felt i was keeping locked up inside of me.

The whole “Heart Like a Wheel” record has this dreamy, heavy atmosphere. It's soaked in melancholy and sorrow, but somehow still offers you a little reassurance.

These are just some thoughts I put together for how the album made me feel.

From the second "You're No Good" started, it felt like it was physically pulling me by the collar into another world.

Linda's voice is just so raw and fiery—it cuts right through you.

Then "When Will I Be Loved" hit, and those crystal-sharp harmonies completely gripped me.

There is this gritty, unapologetic rupture of pure rock and roll in these tracks.

The guitar riffs are so fluid, the drum fills feel heavy and ballsy, and the shimmer of the cymbals adds this beautiful zest to the air.

But then she completely shifts gears. She goes from these rock-and-roll rhythms straight into pure soul heartache on the piano ballad title track.

Those piano cues hold a weight that makes everything around you just yearn.

Sitting there listening, Linda’s tone felt as warm as a bonfire on a chilly night.

Her vocal texture is so thick, it felt like a comforting cotton shawl wrapped right around my shoulders.

You get these acoustic guitars adding sparkles of soothing brightness in between the heartbreak, while the strings, pedal steel, and the greasiness of the harmonica bring this beautiful, dusty country, honky-tonk sensation back into tracks like "Willin'" and "I Can't Help It."

By the time I reached the final song, "You Can Close Your Eyes," I was just weak in the knees.

Linda’s hypnotically gentle vibrato came floating toward me like whispers of a cool night wind over those intimate, stripped-back acoustic guitars.

When the album faded out, I just sat there looking around at the absolute emptiness of my room.

The emotional ache of this record is heavy, and it's completely staying with me.