I love ’em
At least until I have to sort them out, but building the odd one is proving to be great fun. I recommend it as gentle entertainment for a rainy day.
Calling up memories
This is a period when many folk got in to making their own wireless sets as relaxing and interesting entertainment. In the first house we lived in one of the attic spaces was given over to this including the cutting off fret panels to adorn speaker openings. Dad did take a magazine which I think was called Practical Wireless full of diagrams, schematics and instructions. I can remember, when I was about three or four, being helped up the steep attic steps to see what he was doing, and to keep me from under Mum’s feet. I could barely see anything on the workbench at all from down at two foot something level but do remember having bakelite earphones put near my head so I could hear what was being received. I spent so many hours in that house sitting cross-legged in the middle of the kitchen/living room floor looking up at the wireless in the same way we’d look at a screen now. The cabinet was large and also sitting on the floor between the back door and the window. Probably listening to Listen with Mother or Workers’ Playtime.
Next job is working out how to secure all the piled items in the hope that they’ll stay put when the slice of house is manoeuvred around. Lots of wax and possibly a little extra cheating here and there across the hidden backs of the individual piles of goodies, perhaps.