
I’m currently in the process of clearing out my grandparents’ house in Buffalo, the house where my mother grew up.
“Russian rock journalist Artemy Troitsky describes how recording printers upcycled old gramophones to create crudely constructed record shelves.
Although this appears to be an enlargement of a photograph rather than an X-Ray, this disc is undoubtedly part of the same underground musical work. I found this in my grandparents’ belongings last week. It sat protected from dust in a mid-20th century record console. Both of my grandparents survived Nazi forced agricultural labor during World War II. After getting married in a refugee camp, they moved to Canada and eventually to the United States, where they raised two children, worked at a Ford factory, started a small catering business, planted a garden in their backyard, and eventually built a swing in the branches of their cherry tree for me, their only grandchild.
I didn’t know my grandparents, Iwan and Maria, very well, but they were kind and nurturing despite the deep language barrier. Discovering the delicately crafted pieces of resistance gives you a glimpse into the world they came from and their survival.
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