save the last dance for me
Jan. 13th, 2010 03:20 pmWhen I was about two years old, my father bought a vintage Wurlitzer 1100 jukebox.
He had some work done on the mechanicals to make it work properly, so you could play records and didn't need to insert a coin.

It plays 78 RPM records. My father had about 3,000 78s. We still have about 300.
I grew up with this behemoth in our living room. I used to sit on the floor and watch the glowing lights slowly revolving in the front panels. I grew up listening to the Andrews Sisters singing "Hohokus, N.J." and the Crew Cuts doing "Carmen's Boogie" and my personal favorites, Slim and Slam's "Dunkin' Bagel" and Phil Harris's "The Thing."

As time went on, the other outrageous arcade gallery paraphernalia in our house slowly disappeared -- the pinball machine, the vintage Coke machine -- but the jukebox remained. Dad and I couldn't bear to part with it.

When we were getting ready to leave Brooklyn, Dad started talking about selling the jukebox. I put my foot down and informed him he was not allowed to sell it. I vouchsafed my own living arrangements against it. "I will take the jukebox as soon as I have my own apartment," I announced.
It took until I was 28, but I did bring it home.

I'm nearly 40 now. I live in a house that I'm delighted with, but which (by design) really doesn't have enough room for this monstrosity. It lives in storage, awaiting a final resolution. I'm writing to collectors to drum up interest in buying it. My son begs me tearfully not to sell it, and daily comes up with new clever plans by which we can bring the machine home.
If anyone knows of someone locally who might be interested in buying this crazy thing, please put them in touch with me.
Because as long as I'm selling it, it would be nice to keep it in the family. You know what I mean.
He had some work done on the mechanicals to make it work properly, so you could play records and didn't need to insert a coin.

It plays 78 RPM records. My father had about 3,000 78s. We still have about 300.
I grew up with this behemoth in our living room. I used to sit on the floor and watch the glowing lights slowly revolving in the front panels. I grew up listening to the Andrews Sisters singing "Hohokus, N.J." and the Crew Cuts doing "Carmen's Boogie" and my personal favorites, Slim and Slam's "Dunkin' Bagel" and Phil Harris's "The Thing."

As time went on, the other outrageous arcade gallery paraphernalia in our house slowly disappeared -- the pinball machine, the vintage Coke machine -- but the jukebox remained. Dad and I couldn't bear to part with it.

When we were getting ready to leave Brooklyn, Dad started talking about selling the jukebox. I put my foot down and informed him he was not allowed to sell it. I vouchsafed my own living arrangements against it. "I will take the jukebox as soon as I have my own apartment," I announced.
It took until I was 28, but I did bring it home.

I'm nearly 40 now. I live in a house that I'm delighted with, but which (by design) really doesn't have enough room for this monstrosity. It lives in storage, awaiting a final resolution. I'm writing to collectors to drum up interest in buying it. My son begs me tearfully not to sell it, and daily comes up with new clever plans by which we can bring the machine home.
If anyone knows of someone locally who might be interested in buying this crazy thing, please put them in touch with me.
Because as long as I'm selling it, it would be nice to keep it in the family. You know what I mean.
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Date: 2010-01-13 08:43 pm (UTC)How sad to sell it.
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Date: 2010-01-13 09:43 pm (UTC)IMO
Date: 2010-01-13 10:55 pm (UTC)Re: IMO
Date: 2010-01-14 12:13 am (UTC)Not sure...
Date: 2010-01-14 12:31 am (UTC)It was strictly a comment on the decor.
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Date: 2010-01-14 12:20 am (UTC)Common room?
Date: 2010-01-13 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: Common room?
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Date: 2010-01-13 09:46 pm (UTC)I'm really sorry about the other stuff, though. Pinball machines and coke machines are part of our Heritage.
I do hope that you can keep it in the Family. ;-)
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Date: 2010-01-14 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-14 02:20 am (UTC)I could probably find you somebody in Arkansas to take your jukebox, but I'm not sure how y'all would transport it there.
Would somebody setting up a funky coffeehouse or a bar with weird retro cocktails like it?
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Date: 2010-01-14 07:45 pm (UTC)Don't Sell It
Date: 2010-04-25 10:43 pm (UTC)I speak from experience. My parents told me I could have the old wind up 78RPM record player after my paternal grandmother died. They stored it at my maternal grandmother's house. Every time we visited I would play with it, listen to old records, it reminded me of her.
One visit, without telling me, it was gone. I went out on the porch and it just wasn't there. It had been sold. That was over 40 years ago. I moved on, but I have never forgotten the sense of outrage and betrayal, and my fury at them when they would not understand why I was so upset.
This is much cooler, it has a great family history. Selling it will only be a source of deep regrets.