Ghosts of Christmas Past

I spent a couple of hours this evening capturing, in digital form, some sounds from our Christmas of 1980. Took a while to dig out the cassette player, the necessary audio cable, and then figure out how the fec***n auto-reverse/play buttons work again before I was able to travel back in time to listen to friends and relations, some of whom have long departed, having a fine old time singing and making merry, more or less thirty four years to the day. Good times.