My early childhood memories are of hurrying to finish with supper so I could go in the living room and listen to my favorite radio programs.
I distinctly remember listening to Fibber Magee and Molly and Gildersleeve with my Grandmother. Burns and Allen and Jack Benny gave us plenty to laugh at, too.
Not all the shows were comedies, though. I was thrilled by the Lone Ranger and Tonto, and intrigued by Sam Spade, the detective.
And I can still hear the door slowly squeaking as I listened to Inner Sanctum in the darkness of my bedroom, when I was supposed to be fast asleep.
Those days, before we had our first television set, were days full of playing outside with my friends, reading and playing board games inside, and many an hour at night spent enjoying the old radio programs.
There's no doubt in my mind that I have learned a lot from television, but I fear I have also lost a lot, too.
old radio programs, childhood memories