There's not many things in life I love. Sure. There's a lot of things I like. But I really don't have a strong feeling about very many things.
However, one thing I do have a great passion for is .... radio. I have no idea why but I do. I remember my parents had a radio that looked sort of like this when I was a child.
I always remember having a TV around but, for some reason, the radio seemed more authoritative. I remember listening to a radio in the kitchen or upstairs. When I got a little older, I remember always having a radio in the barn when I milked cows or on the fender of a tractor when I was in the field.
Of course, transistor radios were pretty special when I was in school. Listening to the top 40 was, well, just a part of life. The idea of not having a radio was, well, unthinkable.
Now, 40 or 50 years later, I still have a radio in my bedroom and I always listen to it when I go to bed. Several years ago I got a radio I really liked -- it was a combination record player, cd player, cassette tape player and a radio. It was made by Crosley. It looked identical to this.
A couple of weeks ago the volume knob broke. Not wanting to buy another one, I contacted the Crosley Radio Company and they said to mail it to them along with a check for $45. So, I did.
Today I was shocked to get a large UPS package delivered to my door. In the box was a brand new Crosley 73-3 unit -- the same combination radio unit I had sent them except brand new!
I was shocked. At first I thought it was the radio I had sent to them - just packed really nicely. But then I saw a remote control - which I never had - and it was obvious this radio was brand new. They must have figured it would be easier to just send me a new radio rather than try to fix the old one.
So I am taking my hat off to Crosley Radio of Louisville, Kentucky and saying a big THANK YOU! to them.
In this day and age of fancy flat screen TVs and high definition this and that and DVDs and high tech -- it is wonderful to know that there is still a company out there that continues to make such things as radios and record players.
I like new things that have bells and whistles and the latest gadgets -- but I still love the old fashioned radio and record player. Some things are too good to change.
Thank you to the Crosley Radio Company!
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When I was kid on a US Army base in Germany, we didn't have TV. I listened to the American radio station in bed at night, and remember being really scared by a show called The Inner Sanctum", I couldn't get enough of it.
I've always liked listening to the radio whether it be music or a talk show. My husband prefers silence so when I drive somewhere in the car alone I always turn up the volume and enjoy whatever is on at the time. Good old radio... Love it!
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I love the radio when I am driving. My Mother has a similar radio as your Crosley. Hers is a Bose though. She loves her radio too. I like the news on the radio. It seems TV News shows are just that...shows. Radio news seems to have more authority. what a nice thing for Crosley to do for you. MB
What a nice story!
I never listen to the radio anymore. I listen to CDs or the "talkless" radio on the computer, that plays music only. I also have several music stations on my TV.
That's a great radio. Now you just seem some good old-fashioned records to play on it.
I meant "need" not "seem". I sometimes have some very weird brain miss-fires. :-)
That's the kind of machine I'd like and the kind of company that others should emulate. Nice of you to promote their good service. Maybe you could contact them with a link to your blog post.
We didn't have a TV until I was in eighth grade. Before that it was always the radio. We'd listen to the news, the farm reports, the Iowa girls basketball games, Gunsmoke, The $64,000 Question, and of course, as I approached my teens, the top 40 on WDGY, Minneapolis/St. Paul or WLS in Chicago.
Now I always have the radio on when I'm driving somewhere, only it's usually turned to MPR, Minnesota Public Radio.
Loved the photos you found, Russell!
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