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 Texas : Features : Columns : Spunky Flat and Beyond :
WATCHING THE RADIO
by George Lester
George Lester
During the somewhat mundane years we lived in Spunky Flat the few bright spots seemed all the more glorious. We had the only radio for miles and people would come from all over to listen to the National Barn Dance out of Chicago on Saturday nights.

When we came in from the fields for lunch (we called it dinner) we all listened to “The Lightcrust Doughboys”. Some of our neighbors, not being familiar with the way radios worked, would drop in at all hours of the day and ask us to tune in “The Lightcrust Doughboys” as if they were standing by waiting for our beck and call. Other programs we savored were Jack Benny, The Bing Crosby Program, Fred Allen, Fibber McGee and Mollie and Burns and Allen. When a championship fight was broadcast the house overflowed and the neighbors spilled out onto the porch and into the front yard to listen. There was the daily serial “Jack Armstrong, All American Boy” and others I can’t recall but my brother and I preferred above all the “Little Orphan Annie” show each day after school. This was no sissy program. There was plenty of exciting, rip roaring action Sam and I ordered their “secret decoder badge”. Each day they would send coded messages that could be solved with this magic device. Considering the fact that we had a three and a half mile walk home we knew we had to hustle to make it time. No matter how much we scurried we could never quite make it for the opening theme. Even taking the shortest route with a final sprint through a cotton patch, the strains of “Who’s the little chatter box?” etc. would waft faintly across the field before we reached the house. However, we arrived in time to hear the episode of the day.

Some of my fondest memories are of our family gathered around that wondrous box that took us into a different world. Young people ask, “What did you look at while you listened to the radio”. Actually, we didn’t look at anything. The room disappeared entirely and we were transported to the scenes described on the radio.
© George Lester
Spunky Flat and Beyond - A Memoir -

November 15, 2004
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