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Papa's Music Box

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Posted: March 30, 2014 2:00 a.m.
Updated: March 30, 2014 2:00 a.m.

Christine Smith/Placerita Junior High school photo

 

The gleaming mahogany antique music box stood on a little wooden table next to the grand staircase in my grandparents' house in Massachusetts.

“Play us a song, Papa, play us a song!" my little sister, Stephanie, and I would beg our grandfather whenever we'd visit them.

We'd watch with wonder as he turned the wooden crank and made the magic disc rotate round and round all by itself.

The tinkling fairy music filled the air and we danced and smiled.

Now the beautiful music box sits in our den on a little wooden table in my house in California.

I am reminded of my early childhood as I hear the magic floating into my ears. I am reminded of that beautiful house that my grandparents lived in as I pass my hand affectionately over the surface on my way to the kitchen.

I am reminded of my grandfather as I slowly, carefully turn the crank, just like he did.

Editor’s Note: Christine's essay was selected as a top ten winner in the Poetic Power contest held by Creative Communication. The organization has a 45 percent acceptance rate for submissions, and then sends the selected contest entrants’ material on to the judges. A seventh grader at Placerita Junior High, Christine was a top ten winner in the 7 to 9th grade division and her piece landed in the top ten winners out of over 4,000 original entries according to the editor at Creative Communication.

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