Good golly, I was searching for a radio station a few weeks back when I stumbled across a very faint KMOX 1120 AM station. It was faint because I live 90 minutes south of St. Louis but oh my it took me back to my childhood!
I grew up with summers of listening to the St Louis Cardinals on the radio. This was before they were broadcast on television. Yes, we had a television but those games weren't on there. The best place to listen was the portable radio my dad always had at his workbench or outside when he was working on the house.
The other place I always remember hearing the games on that static-filled radio was at my mom's family reunions every summer. It was always at one of my cousins' houses and always outside. No one's house was big enough for over 70 adults and kids to gather so we ate outside, played outside and visited outside all day long. And you would hear somewhere in the yard a radio blasting out the Cardinals game.
It's hard to remember that it was a really long time ago when we did that. I'm 65 which doesn't seem that old but when I start looking at all the changes, the new technology, the ways things are done, it is so weird to think we only had landlines with a rotary dial...and only one in the whole house, black and white televisions, only one and it sat like a huge box in the family or living room. We had newspapers which had comic strips every day, we drank Kool-aid, shared a bottle of soda, ran around the yard barefoot and drank out of the water hose. We rode bikes without helmets, roller skates with no knee guards, our swing set got going good when the concrete holding down the legs would work loose in wet soil and the legs would rock back and forth!
I am not embarrassed to remember any of this stuff. It is part of my history and I love telling my grand kids about it. I showed my granddaughters a picture of my husband and I when we got engaged to be married, I had long dark hair and he had long dark hair as well! My granddaughters refused to believe it was us in the picture! I of course don't think Mike and I look all that different. But of course we do...
There has been so much life lived and enjoyed. Of course there have been sorrows too, but those go along with a life lived.So I will enjoy trying to listen to KMOX way down in Cape Girardeau, the static and some of the weird noises I imagine are lightning strikes from a storm between us and St Louis. I will roll down the windows of my Command Vehicle, otherwise known as a van and enjoy the oncoming rain and storm and hope my kids have good memories of their childhoods the way I do.