So this is real radio

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Oh I forgot, there was this in the first ten years.

There were dials, buttons, and switches.  All up and down the walls.  Reels of tape were whirling and stopping.  Bouncing Needles on dials were whisking back and forth plunging into the red zone.  It all looked like the control room of a Flash Gordon space ship.  High on the wall above all this was a big clock indicating it was eight-o-clock straight up.  And that what was on the other side of the big glass window.  Plus sitting at a desk on the other side of the big glass window was a man wearing headphones pointing at our preacher on our side of the big glass window.

It was 1952 at a radio station in Long Beach, California.  The radio station was called KFOX mostly a country and western music station.  But this was Sunday morning and earlier that morning my dad asked me if I wanted to go with him and our church’s preacher man to watch him deliver his Sunday morning homily at a radio station.  If I did I had to promise to never ever say anything while the preacher man read his words.  So, I agreed.  And I didn’t say anything.  My eight-year-old eyes were too busy panning back and forth over the reels of tape, microphones, bouncing dials, and twisted knobs. 

So it is all of this that what comes out of our single speaker on our Sears AM Radio/record player console?   It’s an awful lot to squeeze through a small three-inch radio speaker.  Boy Howdy what a morning this was!