Thank you for "Whispering Grass." As soon as I heard the Ink Spots sing it, I remembered more details. We had a blue over-stuffed chair close to the record player. I played "Whispering Grass" by the Ink Spots over and over. It was fun to lie sideways across the chair with my head on one arm and my legs over the other. I usually rode my bike, but my knee was recovering from the only bike fall I had. My knee was skinned so badly that I could see the bone, which greatly intrigued me. Until I heard the music, I had forgotten why I was listening to the records. And now you know the rest of the story.