|Every Saturday evening I turn on our old transistor radio. I don’t have to seek for the station, it’s always tuned right on to CBC French Channel. Of course I don’t understand a word of what they are saying, but the music they play on Saturdays are my kind of music, like old-time show melodies, big band and oldies from long gone days and famous American Songbook titles. |
Once found at a church yard sale for 5 Bucks
Then I sit down in my IKEA Poäng-chair, and just swim away in a journey to the days when I was a little boy and my parents were doing just the same – listening to the radio.
Our old 50’s radio from Germany, still functional with the right voltage (240V)
That was before they got a black/white TV. The TV set changed our lives in a way I never would have expected. Conversations died, and we got commercials into our living room. At the time we didn’t notice the subtle changes, well – I think mother did, cause she didn’t like it one bit when we kids threw a fit when we wanted to see a program and weren’t allowed.
Maybe that’s why we don’t have a TV today. I can listen to my music from the old transistor radio or turn on my computer to watch a movie or short video. That’s enough of entertainment for me.