Journal Entry: Casey Wilson, 10 August 1906

Sam brought home a gramophone, today. We have more money now, which means better shelter, better food, better clothes. But that silly gramophone did more to make me feel normal than anything has done since we came here.

Music is back in my life. It’s scratchy, corny, early-twentieth-century music – but it’s back. 

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