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I REMEMBER RADIO
A Memoir of Early Adolescence
I remember radio. Voices came out of a box. Voices, sounds, songs, stories—some funny, some not—sports and the news of the day. I listened to it with my parents and grandparents, all survivors of the Great Depression and the World Wars—desperate, dangerous, and poverty stricken times...Return with me, not to a simpler time, because times have never been simple. but to one where you have to use your imagination. You have to see what you hear. The voice, radio.
I remember radio. Voices came out of a box. Voices, sounds, songs, stories—some funny, some not—sports and the news of the day. I listened to it with my parents and grandparents, all survivors of the Great Depression and the World Wars—desperate, dangerous, and poverty stricken times...Return with me, not to a simpler time, because times have never been simple. but to one where you have to use your imagination. You have to see what you hear. The voice, radio.
40 pages, Paperback
First published August 4, 2019
About the author
Roger Bradbury
7 books1 followerRoger Bradbury brawled into existence one Tuesday morning at St. Vincent’s Hospital in Sioux City, Iowa. It is an out of the way place created by the junction of the Missouri and the Sioux rivers. East of the town roll the Iowa hills; west stretch the Great Plains. Sheer sided bluffs rise above the river; wide flats created by the spring floods lie beside it. The town is an historic place. The only member of the Corps of Discovery to perish, Sargent Charles Floyd, is buried there. His grave is marked by a monument that rises from a bluff south of the town. North of the town rises a monument to War Eagle, the Yankton Sioux chief who guided Theophile Bruguier, the earliest settler, to a low, flat place below a bluff, Dakota Point. Bruguier built a cabin to trade manufactured goods for the furs and hides brought the post by the far-flung Lakota. Between his cabin and the mouth of the Big Sioux stood a huge oak where the tribes meet in council—at first with each other, later with the white soldiers.
Roger grew up in the neighborhood formed by a loop of the Sioux River before it joins the Missouri. He played baseball in the park where the Council Oak stood. He gazed in curiosity at the tree and the monuments along the road to the stockyards and packing plants where his entire family worked. Almost all of them were the descendants of Norwegian immigrants who celebrated Leif Erickson day as much as the 4th of July. The place and the people created his lifelong interest in the formation of the west and the rise of the Progressive movement in the 1890’s, the decade of the Cross of Gold speech delivered by William Jennings Bryan at the Democratic convention. A library in the neighborhood fueled his interest in books; first history, then fiction, mysteries, especially those of Howard Pease. Sitting with one in the quiet, cool library, he began to wonder if he could write stories, maybe one that would be published in a newspaper or a magazine....
The philosopher and playwright, Frieidrick Schiller, once wrote: “Be true to the dreams of thy youth.” The boy who became the man never forgot the quiet moment in the library, a clumsy apprehension of the future like the vision sought by the red man. But, like the restless white men before him, he lit out, as Twain wrote, for the territories: cities, towns, schools, universities, jobs, careers, a wife, an almost wife, girlfriends who came and went without warning—his dream unrealized but never forgotten. Finally complete, Peace Now! is a portrayal of what it was like to come of age in the late 1960’s, the era defined by the war in Vietnam and the struggle to end it. Both fought by the young men and by the women who stood with them. Peace Now! tells the story of their struggle and their dream of a future
Roger grew up in the neighborhood formed by a loop of the Sioux River before it joins the Missouri. He played baseball in the park where the Council Oak stood. He gazed in curiosity at the tree and the monuments along the road to the stockyards and packing plants where his entire family worked. Almost all of them were the descendants of Norwegian immigrants who celebrated Leif Erickson day as much as the 4th of July. The place and the people created his lifelong interest in the formation of the west and the rise of the Progressive movement in the 1890’s, the decade of the Cross of Gold speech delivered by William Jennings Bryan at the Democratic convention. A library in the neighborhood fueled his interest in books; first history, then fiction, mysteries, especially those of Howard Pease. Sitting with one in the quiet, cool library, he began to wonder if he could write stories, maybe one that would be published in a newspaper or a magazine....
The philosopher and playwright, Frieidrick Schiller, once wrote: “Be true to the dreams of thy youth.” The boy who became the man never forgot the quiet moment in the library, a clumsy apprehension of the future like the vision sought by the red man. But, like the restless white men before him, he lit out, as Twain wrote, for the territories: cities, towns, schools, universities, jobs, careers, a wife, an almost wife, girlfriends who came and went without warning—his dream unrealized but never forgotten. Finally complete, Peace Now! is a portrayal of what it was like to come of age in the late 1960’s, the era defined by the war in Vietnam and the struggle to end it. Both fought by the young men and by the women who stood with them. Peace Now! tells the story of their struggle and their dream of a future
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