Music Box Memories layout. By Louise Crosbie

When I was a small child, I used to go with my grandmother to visit my great aunt and great uncle (Her sister and brother in law). It was a strange little house with one of those beds in an alcove that had wooden doors that closed it in. It was small and cramped but it was one always a lovely day. My aunt had a love of music and she had a little log cabin shaped music box that played “The Blue Danube” which she would wind up and play as we danced around the little bed sit. She seemed to have endless patience for it and it is one of those memories that will stay with me forever. When she died, she left a note on the music box instructing that it should be mine. I was only 10 when that music box came to me. I do wish I had had more chances to dance with my Great Aunt Mima.