Back in the Radio Era


It is hard to imagine a time when we did not have all of the electronic gadgets we have today. When I was young we did not have a TV, so the radio was our only source of broadcast information. We used our imagination to connect the dots when we listened to Lowell Thomas and the news. His broadcasts from all over the world were fascinating to hear. The Lone Ranger and “Hi-O-Silver” came through the speakers and tickled my imagination. Music and religious programming also came across the airwaves.

Today we have information overload. So much so, that many things are only view for a few seconds at most. Music comes through earbuds and blocks out any chance of social interaction.  As I watched the Ken Burns special, The History of Country Music, on PBS, it once again took me back to the Radio era, when music came live across the airwaves and was played on vinyl records. I must be really old!!

Radio Music

Coming through ten inch speakers

Forty-thousand Watts

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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When I was twelve,  my father got a brand new 1959 Black Chevrolet. Since I was a preachers kid, we went to church a lot. I remember getting the car keys and sitting in the car listening to WMBS-AM radio until the rest of the family came out to go home. It was great to hear all the pop songs coming across the airwaves. The songs of my childhood still bring back good memories.


Amazing how our brain works

Saving those songs we used to love

Putting those 45’s on a miniature shelf

Stashed away in our cranial juke box

When I was sixteen WMBS-AM

Played all the latest pop songs

Now I listen to those same songs

On WRBK- FM oldies in the Carolina

April Love, Jail House Rock, Love Me Tender

Peggy Sue, Stand By Me, Jack and Diane

Under the Boardwalk and Old Time Rock and Roll

All get pulled off my shelf

It only takes those first three notes

Amazing how I love those old songs

And yet find it hard to love the new ones

Maybe it has to do with first impressions

That keep on playing over and over

Fifty-five years later


Our 59 Chevy with my little brother and his cousin Doug