Grandma calls me her bonnie wee bairn as I lie on the couch while she brushes my hair. The rise and fall of the silver hairbrush makes a clicking noise as soothing as the brushing itself. Afterwards we’ll share a treat. There’s a clunk as the lid rests back on its hinges. A heavy record … More 52 Weeks of personal history and genealogy: Week 9 Sounds – a reflection