I LOVE stories like that. My dad told me a story about when he first left home and was living in digs, which would be late 1940's. One day the landlady gave her toddler son a pile of old 78s to play with. On the top of the pile was a Louis Armstrong Hot 5. My dad pleaded with her to let him buy it off her but she didn't want to disturb the kid's fun. My dad watched in horror as the 78 was smashed in the kid's game. The landlady couldn't understand why he cared. This is a story that has haunted me for 40 years.