A Lullaby of Memories

Grandma Stella reflects on how classical music in the early morning brings back vivid memories of her childhood, listening to her Papa’s radio.

It is dark outside. The world is still asleep. I am lying in my bed, listening to the classical music streaming out of the radio. It is gentle, like a lullaby. It reminds me of my childhood. I used to lie in my bed and listened to Papa’s radio play the same kind of music, floating out of my parents’ bedroom into my sisters’ and my bedroom. Half asleep, my eyes shut, I listened to that soothing music. My thoughts traveled back in time to the days of my childhood. Mama and Papa were sleeping in their bedroom, my sisters and I in ours. The large metal kerosene stove