In the early ‘50s there were very few televisions privately owned. My dad, the chief electrician for a Philadelphia Suburban Company decided he was going to build his own television. At first my mother and I humored him until we realized how determined and serious he was, we then became his partners in transistors.
All through Christmas we worked on dad’s dream. Guess that’s why when I had children it was quite easy for me to follow A to A., etc. My parents were very strict about hours spent out of the house and as a teenager, on New Year’s Eve; I had to be home by 10 p.m.
While I was out with friends, my parents labored over this TV as it was almost finished. They did get a picture of Times Square but could not get rid of the snow on the screen. Then I walked in covered with snow and they ran outside to make sure they were not dreaming.
Yes, it was snowing in New York City and we had a working TV.
What a wonderful belated Merry Christmas it was for us. Hugs, kisses, food and wine added to the celebration.
Stackhouse writes from Villas.
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