I bought my first Elvis 78 RPM records from a jumble sale when I was about 11 or 12 years old for not very much. My father’s eyes developed pound signs when he saw them but his plans for millionairedom were soon thwarted; the records weren’t worth much because they’re made of shellac (not the fancy modern day nail polish, I may add) and played at 78 RPM, hardly anyone had a record player that played 78s even in 1980s (though I always have); so people didn’t want them.
I bought some more 78s from the junk shop up the road from where I live now about 15 yrs ago, the chap who ran the place thought he had a goldmine on his hands also, only to be disappointed too. I’ve now got a nice stack of Elvis 78s as a result, and I’m glad they’re not worth much money because that means they get to live in my house, with me.
Looking at this HMV one now, it’s got a Heritage Plaque look about it:
I often think how excited the original buyer of my 78s would have been, and reflect they’ve never been more loved than they are now.