"Hello, what's this then?" I muttered to myself. Molly mewed in response, but I could not speak her language.
Brushing aside generations of cobwebs and damp, I opened the box to find some ancient letters bundled up and sealed by some earlier John in my family. They seemed to be from the 1910s or 1920s, but I'm no historian, and I've never even played one on TV. Note the family resemblance:
That's my ancestor there on the right, and what a dapper crop of chaps his chums appear.
I don't know what's going on in this one, but I began to wonder what else Grampa B had stashed in his closet, if you know what I mean. Ah well, I suppose things were different back then. I mean there was probably a war on or something.
I was about to put this stuff back when an old advertisement slipped from a corner of the box. I've reproduced it here, although age has affected it's quality somewhat:
Yes, it seems Gramps was facing the same issues I am. I don't know if he ever did buy his iGramophone.
Perhaps I never will.