Part 3 Dad's Magnificent Radio Collection (a work in progress)

Ok, onward with the radio tour.

Philco Transitone 1948  The closest match I have found so far on the internet is Model 48-200-1 on the Philco Phorum.  It has the same grille and dial needle in white and red.  The biggest difference is in the design of the face numbers. The other one has a complete left to right curve from the top like a frown.

Thomas Collector's Edition 1984.  I determined the year through a picture on an  Australian radio newsletter. This high-class bullet style radio is a "modern" radio with a sweet retro look.  Look closely and  you will see it has FM radio with the  CCIR band from 88 to 108 MHz which began in 1946.  That's a safe tip off of a reproduction if you see something with a 1930s look.

 This Automatic radio from 1941 is the real deal. 

Dad has this next radio listed as a Graetz made in Germany but doesn't know the year.  I couldn't find anything exactly like it on the net but the closest thing, color aside, is this Rogers Majestic.  Those dots on the base of the front once held plastic brand name letters in place.  In the Rogers Majestic, The R is missing.  Dad's is missing the whole name.  The year for either of these radios is still unknown.  The Radio Museum web page is guessing at 1957 but they aren't committed to that.  

Deforest.  1947

Arvin table radio 1947

Some radios just stand out more than others.  This Philco Transitone from 1949 has such a slick design with the rocket fin.  Rock 'n roll hadn't arrived yet but this little radio was ready. 

Marconi 1964

RCA Victor 1967

General Electric 1950

Oh my goodness.  Westinghouse 1938

Zenith 1948 The speaker could almost be the mouthpiece to an old land line phone.

Oooooo.  Here's a pretty Zenith table radio from 1953.  

Emerson 1946

Phonola 1938

Philco 1946

Golden Age Art Deco 1953 General Electric Model 515F AM Brown Bakelite Tube Clock Radio

Blue Face  Someone out there has converted this old model to be bluetooth and mp3 compatible. Sweet.

This RCA Victor from 1948 kind of looks like it might have a cd player but of course it doesn't.

The Graetz, Altena Baroness 810, 1959/1960

This Philco from 1946 has a handle built right into the case.

Philco 1933.  Wow.  Who could have afforded this heavy duty radio in 1933?

Westinghouse 1940

RCA Victor 1954

Marconi 1951

Finally we have this Juliette AM FM Radio, model FR-1257 from the 1970s.  Someone sold one on Etsy but they couldn't be more specific about the year.  It definitely has that 70s look.

That is plenty of old radios for one post.  See more of Dad's radios 

Part 1

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/11/dads-magnificent-radio-collection-work.html

Part 2 

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/11/dads-magnificent-radio-collection-work_14.html

Part 4 

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/12/dads-magnificent-radio-collection-work.html

Part 5

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/12/dads-magnificent-radio-collection-work_11.html

Part 6

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/12/dads-magnificent-radio-collection-part.html

Part 7

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/12/part-7-dads-magnificent-radio-collection.html

Part 8

https://alackofcleardirection.blogspot.com/2022/12/part-8-dads-magnificent-radio.html

Smooth trail in Lakewood Heights East Saint John New Brunswick

 

Riding out east on a warm October afternoon to see what has and hasn't changed in my old neighborhood.

There's Simonds, my old high school, still standing after over 40 years.

The house I grew up in.  We were on the left half.

I was surprised to see the old store still there. This is where I used to buy my comics once a week.

Our local beach lake, the Res, has had some major upgrades.

I love the Little library, a nice little box where anyone can take or leave a book for free. I wished I'd brought a book with me.  A couple of kids checked it out for anything good and were clearly disappointed to find nothing but romance novels.  

On the next trip, I had a stack of old comics from Mom and Dad's basement to contribute.   I met Kenny Hall then, an 80 something Korean vet in charge of maintaining the Little Library. He took the bag of comics and put them in his car to distribute them one at a time and make sure more kids had a crack at them. There are two more Little Libraries in Saint John and I visited the other two with a small stack of comics each.  The other two had no caretakers on hand to intervene so some young kid will get a windfall. Maybe they will share.

Kenny shared some stories.  He was only 15 when he volunteered for the army.  In Korea he'd been responsible for providing cover fire for refugees fleeing villages.  He'd almost died from a work accident at the Dry Dock.  I found out later that he and my father knew each other.   Kenny had been a young elementary student at Bayview School where Dad had one of his first jobs with the School Board.  Saint John can be such a small town city.  

The biggest change to the Res is the trail around the lake.  I remember this trail as an industrial dirt road with occasional dump truck and heavy equipment traffic. Abandoned cars were often dumped in the hidden coves of the lakes. Garbage was everywhere. This is so much nicer now.

Mark Melanson and I first discovered this waterfall when we turned off the main trail one day. Not a lot of people knew about this place and we kept our mouths shut.

This was the most popular spot for fishing.

This hill looks so much smaller now. My first bike fell into two pieces, right in the center of the frame, and I slid at least 3 feet to a gravelly stop on my knees. Ah, the pain. Little pieces of rock and sand were driven under the skin.

Worse was to come.  My parents still believed in the medieval medicine of iodine for wounds. There was no way to sneak into the house with the bike in two pieces. Fortunately for Dad, he'd been talking to a couple of men outside the house when I returned.  They helped him hold me down for the first aid.