As I described in my last post, I recently purchased a 1941 (or thereabouts) radio and phonograph. The cord’s been cut off (probably from safety concerns) but it is in terrific shape overall. I know boo about radios or their repair, but I am hoping that once the cord is replaced, the radio will work. Think it’ll be that easy? Stay tuned.
There’s something about the old wooden radios that gives me a nostalgic rush of emotion, which is interesting considering that when I was growing up, wooden radios had long been replaced by plastic and my teen years in the 80’s gave us radios that were lovely pastel colors. My father did, however, own some of those old wooden radios, and I used to get a thrill out of hearing the decisive click of the knob as the radio glowed and hummed to life. Even the static was endearing, and I used to marvel at the fact of how many years of history had been narrated through those speakers. Continue reading “For the love of old radios”
