My low bid on EBay won a radio. When I unpacked it a few days later I got a fast ride on the Wayback Machine. Suddenly I was sitting on the floor at my grandma’s house in front of the big Motorola consol radio listening to Fibber McGee and Molly. My new acquisition was a replica of that radio from my childhood. It would go with my collection of vintage dollhouse furniture.
It’s weird how I can remember whole radio commercials from that era for products like Hallo Shampoo, Ajax the Foaming Cleanser, Jello-Jello-yum-yum-yum, Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Alka-Seltzer and Cream of Wheat, yet I can’t remember the number on my own cell phone.
Speaking of Cream of Wheat, I remember hurrying through my Saturday chores so I could listen to “Let’s Pretend” on the table model radio at home.
Our radio had a place in the kitchen where it sang out the latest hits for mom, and the farm market report for dad. In the evening my sibs and I would listen to “Bob and Ray,” “The Lone Ranger” and “Suspense;” to name a few shows. I’ll blame all that theater of the mind for my vivid and overactive imagination.
We didn’t get a television until I was almost in high school. My poor brothers and my sister and I had to read every book we could haul home from our library. Those were hard times.