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Flipping back

clock_70s_flipClick-Click-Click.  That’s the sound my 70’s clock radio made, with the numbers that ‘rolled’ down from above. Do you remember?

Starry summer nights, a Canadian farm girl fine-tuning her radio to bring in American radio stations late, late at night.  Straining to hear “those crazy accents” from faraway-to-me places.  KFAB in Omaha, Nebraska, coming in clearly with a voice I’d learned to recognize: Sally-Jesse Raphael, long before she was on TV, hosting an advice/talk show.   Lonely farmers, wives with money problems, young lovers separated by difficult circumstances.  Our house was quiet and I found myself leaning in for their stories – carried through the air and across international borders – and wondering at the faces of the folks calling in.

Driving today, a song came on the radio, and it took me back to that time in my life.

“Hello?  How are you?” right at :27.   Haunting.

Singing along I looked down at all my “new” technology, Smartphone, GPS and MP3 player, and laughed. Then I cranked up the tunes and sang all the way to my meetings, remembering the summers of my youth, and a time when adventures could be as simple as imagining just who was on the other end of the line.

 

Do you remember the click-click-click of a clock radio? Did the numbers roll down or stay lit?  What faraway radio stations were you able to tune in?

 

 

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  1. Wow – I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that song??!!! When I was a teen, our favorite radio station (an AM station) cut back their power at sunset. So we’d have to go searching for another. I think we found one in Charlotte and maybe one in New York. Amazing to think of how far technology has come.
    Enjoy your day!

    • I had the wrong link, I’ve fixed it, please try it again – I’ll bet you’ve heard it.

      It’s fun to think back on those far away stations — wonder if my grandkids will ever do this? MJ

  2. We had a rock station (AM) that every cool kid listened to as often as they could. Being cool was work, you had to know the words to all the songs, the latest dance moves and make believe you didn’t care about anything while you were dying inside. Good times!

  3. I love this memory. Yes, I had a click-click-click clock. The radio I remember from when I was a kid was a small white transistor radio (you may not even know what that is) I got for my 14th birthday in 1965. I remember listening at night to a radio station in Pennsylvania. I don’t know how I could tune it in on that cheap little radio, but I loved the fact that they were often the first ones to have new songs. I remember “Downtown” by Petula Clark.

  4. KSTT!!! KSTT AM eleven-seventy on your radio dial!! FM was just getting a foothold where I grew up but within a few years was the thing to listen too. One of my best memories is listening to the old radio in the garage while I fooled around working on a ’72 Chevy LUV pickup truck, prior to my ’75 Ford Maverick and the new big speakers driven by my new Radio Shack five band 40 watt power booster/equalizer that literally made the neighbors livestock jump whenever I pumped up Billy Idol’s White Wedding. Great memories. The first album that I ever bought was ELO’s TIME from 1981. Good stuff!

    Mom and Dad had that clock radio. It was fascinating!! LOL

    R

  5. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    The clock really brings back memories, not so much the song. Dianna and I are from the same home town of Surry,Va and listened to WGH when we could. Times have changed a lot.

  6. Good morning! I’m not able to play the video, not very good internet out here…I’ll fire it up when I go to town next. The little clock in my bedroom was a “flip one” too. I remember falling asleep about every night to one of two stations I could get in: a country station from town. The other one was classical music from Spokane, which then I didn’t much care for…back then. 😉
    Happy first day of Fall!
    ~d.

  7. I remember a clock radio like that. However, I had my little transistor radio under my pillow, tuned to Cousin Brucie on WABC in NY after both of my local WV stations signed off the air. The battery didn’t last long if I feel asleep before turning it off!

  8. Haven’t heard this is ages…thanks for bringing back memories. Yes, I remember the click-click-click. And having lived in the Detroit area most of my life, we always had fantastic radio stations to listen to.

    • Thanks for weighing in again, UndercoverSurfer 🙂 That click-click-click of the radio as we fell asleep? Delish. And I’ll bet you had some fab radio stations in D-town!! MJ

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