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prudy
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My son was born in January l956. He was a good baby, but when he woke (about every four hours), he was ravenous. My milk went away after two months, and he was taking formula when this incident happened, so I think he was between two and three months old. We were living in Albany, Georgia. My husband was in the Air Force and was stationed there. The radio programming was limited, and we had no television. When I say limited, I mean it was mostly gospel quartets which I hated and soap operas which I also hated. One Saturday afternoon, the music was pretty good, it included some light classics. What a treat. Anyway my son awoke, began demanding his bottle in a very loud voice, and I rushed to accommodate him. I got the bottle ready, sat down on the couch to feed him, and he began gulping greedily as usual. Up to this point in his life, nothing took precedence over food, and he certainly paid no attention to the radio. Just as he was about three gulps in, Malaguena began to play. He stopped eating, turned his head to the music and refused to be distracted by anything. If I moved him to another position, he turned his head to the music. Nothing that I did changed his mind. He ignored me and refused to even consider his bottle. The classical treatment of Malaguena takes about five minutes at least. When it finally finished, he latched on to his bottle and paid no more attention to the music on the radio. When he got old enough to use crayons, etc., he began to do a lot of pictures of windmills. I must have been an idiot, because I tried getting him picture books about Holland. He was polite about it, but they really didn't interest him. When I finally did remember what it was Don Quijote (sp) was tilting at, he was a lot older, and I don't think I even bothered to see if it interested him. A few years ago, however, he told me that someday he wanted to visit Spain. He wanted to go to some rather obscure place in the north. I've always wondered if there was a bit of past life peaking through.