My grandparents were poor. I didn't know it but they were.
They earned $30 a week. Grandpa worked in a block plant,
and Grandma took care of chickens. The man who owned the
plant gave them a rent-free house to live in.
Needless to say, they didn't have many luxuries. But Grandma
had THE RADIO. THE RADIO was made men named
Hank Snow, Earnest Tubb, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Hank Williams.
Some women; Brenda Lee, Minnie Pearle, were also allowed on.
Naturally, it worked best when tuned to the Grand Ole Opry.
Grandma had Grandpa string an aerial to the big chicken house
THE RADIO had a huge lighted dial, pushbuttons, switches, knobs,
and lights to tell if it was, and if so, what you were listening to.
It was taller than I was, and got almost as much good care. It was carefully dusted and oiled. If a tube went it,
Grandpa had to go uptown to get a new one.
If there was lightening around, it was the first thing to be unplugged.
If I was good, after Grandma and Grandpa listened to
their music, and, Lum and Abner, I could listen to Gangbusters, or
The Shadow. If I was really good I could listen to Tom Corbet,
Space Cadet.
Tom Corbet got me the second worst spanking I ever got. I was
under strict instructions not to touch any of the buttons, dials, or
knobs on THE RADIO; not even the one marked Vol.
However, after one Tom Corbet episode, I thought that THE
RADIO would make an excellent control panel
boat Tom Corbet was using. Throwing caution to the winds,
I started to use THE RADIOÂ to control the speed and direction
of the jet boat. I have no idea what I did to THE RADIO, but
it took Grandma 2 days to get it back to its original state of
health. She used the yard stick to remind me that I was NEVER
to play with THE RADIO again.