Radio Days

I reckon I'm revealing my age when about radio days I pen,
But I fondly recall listening to our Philco radio 'way back then.
What wondrous tales, mysteries and pure comedy from it flowed,
By simply tweaking the tuning knob on the dial that brightly glowed!

I sprawled upon the floor nigh the Philco letting my imagination flow,
As cowboys, pilots, pirates and comedians performed their show!
I laughed as Jack Benny struggled to play his screaky violin,
And thrilled to the music of Glenn Miller and Irving Berlin!

I followed the escapades of teacher Eve Arden as Our Miss Brooks,
And the family sitcom starring Fanny Brice as Baby Snooks!
There was Hopalong Cassidy, The Cisco Kid and The Lone Ranger,
In shootouts with the bad guys protecting the good guys from danger!

I felt tingles along my spine hearing Inner Sanctum's creaking door,
As Richard Widmark began his weekly series with scary tales galore!
Red Skelton's Clem Kaddidlehopper and Sheriff Deadeye kept me in stitches,
And the eerie episodes of Lights Out nearly scared me outta my britches!

The Life of Riley and Fibber McGee and Molly aired on Sunday nights,
And later I enjoyed listening to The Bickersons and their perpetual fights!
Happily, I have many of those old shows on tape that I play now and then,
When I tire of the inane rubbish on TV due to my short attention span!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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March 10, 2020 at 6:49 PM
I was a border at the convent in Salisbury the old Rhodesia. I like your poem Bob- one term I forgot my transistor up in Zambia, and our boarding school dormitory mother who was a nun, used to loan me hers, quite a sacrifice, excuse the pun! We obviously had different programmes to you and I used to tune into Radio LM (Lourenco Marques), which a cousin of mine still does! Has all the golden oldie songs. Blessings, Jennifer
Hinshaw Avatar
March 10, 2020 at 8:34 PM
Thank you Jenn for your kind comments re this one & the Jesus Counts Hair write. I enjoy the oldies & now have to listen on a station on satelite TV! Best to you - Bob
Cunningham Avatar
March 9, 2020 at 1:26 PM
You don't need visual with a radio, you create that in your mind. My Dad was a big radio fan, music, shows and sport. The wireless he used to call it because as you'd know the first ones were battery powered, thanks for the memory Bob, I can imagine him tuning in upstairs. Hope you're well. Tom
Hinshaw Avatar
March 10, 2020 at 5:28 PM
Thank you, Tom - hope it brought back fond memories of radio days. Take good care and stay well - Bob
Allison Avatar
March 8, 2020 at 7:34 PM
I love this write Robert! my hubby worked in broadcasting for many years - he describes it as 'theater for the mind' and that is how your poem comes over so well:-) hugs Jan xx
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March 9, 2020 at 12:47 PM
Thank you, Jan. I sincerely appreciate your support and encouragement. I hope your hubby appreciated my concoction. I have a grand daughter who is the morning news director for TV NBC station KUSA in Denver CO and am mighty proud of her. Take exceptional care - Bob H
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