Not many young people know what the item I’m holding in the picture is. Though I’ll be 35 in a few months, I know exactly what it is, and it’s purpose. These days it’s hard to find records, unless you go to an antique store. It’s even harder to find parts for your old record player too. The item I’m holding is a 45 adapter – it sits in the center hole of a 45 singles record, so that you can place it on your record turnstile and play the record.
That’s my Mother’s name written all over the 45 adapter. As you can see, it belongs to her.
Author Jennifer N. Adams 
Phew, I’m almost 46 and I had to look twice before I knew/remembered what it is. Played some records for the kids when they were younger. They thought it was magic, music from a big black disc. Music from a small silver disc was quite normal though… 🙂 (Threw away 2 boxes of cassettes last week, remember those?)
I remember cassettes and 8 track tapes lol!
🙂 I remember those well! I thought it was one of those things you put on your sneaker laces when you do a marathon LOL
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