Don Taylor
Former Member (by the member's request)
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When I was a very young lad (7 or 8 years old), I lived in Indiana. We had alleys behind the houses big enough for the trash trucks to pick up. On my way home one afternoon I spied a big wood box in a pile of trash and it had a cord on it. I loved taking things apart, always have.
I drug this thing home by the cord filling it with sand as I went. When my Father got home he told me it was an old tube radio that should pick up other countries. (I'm not sure if you call that short wave or not. That's what I remember it being called.) Dad put $7.50 in that radio and for years he picked up Moscow, Germany... all kinds of neat stuff. It became his favorite toy. I couldn't tell you where it is today but I know it was very old even when I found it.
Since that day (Back before the Civil War. ) I've never passed a junk pile without checking it out.
DT
I drug this thing home by the cord filling it with sand as I went. When my Father got home he told me it was an old tube radio that should pick up other countries. (I'm not sure if you call that short wave or not. That's what I remember it being called.) Dad put $7.50 in that radio and for years he picked up Moscow, Germany... all kinds of neat stuff. It became his favorite toy. I couldn't tell you where it is today but I know it was very old even when I found it.
Since that day (Back before the Civil War. ) I've never passed a junk pile without checking it out.
DT