Posted on Monday, 22 June 2009

Summer 1937 Ah, 1937. I’ve often thought about taking my future wife (whoever that may be) on nice picnics out in the country, but now I would feel almost remiss in not bringing along a record player. Some nice violin piece, perhaps?

Summer 1937

Ah, 1937.
I’ve often thought about taking my future wife (whoever that may be) on nice picnics out in the country, but now I would feel almost remiss in not bringing along a record player.
Some nice violin piece, perhaps?

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