A diary of thoughts on life, people, politics, and society
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Those old days
My innocent childish stupefaction with TV is nothing compared with what older people perceived and thought of the Radio or the transistor when it first arrived to town. My father remembers how some older people felt sorry how those voices people are squeezed in such a tiny space. An older woman brought them food. Another woman turned the radio off in the middle of a song so that her husband could hear it or the rest of it when he is back.