“THAT MICROPHONE… THAT WAS MINE.” A young woman stopped in a quiet museum corner in Branson. She was reading the plaque on a glass case. Inside, a silver microphone engraved “The Lennon Sisters.” Her grandmother, Peggy, smiled right next to her. The girl turned, her eyes wide. “Can you still sing?” Peggy let out a soft chuckle, that little twinkle coming back to her eyes. She placed a hand over her heart. “Maybe not like I used to… but the harmony’s still in here.” Just… wow. Some voices never really fade, do they? They just find new ways to be heard. Makes you think about the stories our own families carry.
In a quiet corner of a museum in Branson, Missouri, there stood a single microphone behind glass — polished silver,…