Childhood Memoir: The White Album by Mark Tulin/The Memoirist

Many thanks to The Memoirist for publishing “The White Album.”

I was twelve in 1968 when I spent a summer with my aunt in Pottsville, Pennsylvania. It was a Sunday afternoon and Aunt Marion had just bought me the White Album. She was not a Beatles fan nor did she know that the names John, Paul, George, and Ringo were golden. She thought that calling an album White was stupid.--excerpt from The White Album

Click The White Album to read the memoir.