Growing up in Shelby County next to corn and soy bean fields in the 1950's radio, still had a magic about it. I had a one tube RCA Radio Junior Experimenter's Kit that had a cardboard box as a cabinet. I never used the cabinet because I was to in awe of the parts on the pegboard breadboard.
Television was supplanting a quiet evening with Fibber McGee and Molly, the Lone Ranger (we ate supper with him on the air), and all those radio stars and voices of yesterday. Later on the the 1950's Bouncin' Bill, Jim Shelton, Jack Morrow, Easy Qwinn, and Dick Summer captivated the young and the young wannabe's.
We had a guy in Waldron who had a real radio shack (actually is was sort of a converted garage). The big Philco's had a lighted dial and you could go anywhere in the world to hear languages you did not understand. Radio had a magic. Radio had a grip on the mind. Radio folk on the radio talked to you like you were actually listening and like they actually knew you were listening. Today, here in Tucson, most of the radio dial is made up of a "team" of people who talk to each other and you get to be a voyeur. No magic. Just people talking to each other with weather, two day old consumer news from the web, and a smattering of sports. Has radio lost its magic?
Television was supplanting a quiet evening with Fibber McGee and Molly, the Lone Ranger (we ate supper with him on the air), and all those radio stars and voices of yesterday. Later on the the 1950's Bouncin' Bill, Jim Shelton, Jack Morrow, Easy Qwinn, and Dick Summer captivated the young and the young wannabe's.
We had a guy in Waldron who had a real radio shack (actually is was sort of a converted garage). The big Philco's had a lighted dial and you could go anywhere in the world to hear languages you did not understand. Radio had a magic. Radio had a grip on the mind. Radio folk on the radio talked to you like you were actually listening and like they actually knew you were listening. Today, here in Tucson, most of the radio dial is made up of a "team" of people who talk to each other and you get to be a voyeur. No magic. Just people talking to each other with weather, two day old consumer news from the web, and a smattering of sports. Has radio lost its magic?