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STORY<br />
That Radio<br />
Alwyn Owen<br />
N.Z. Vintage Radio Society<br />
It wasn’t until 1936 that we bought our first radio. The neighbours on one side had one, our friends the<br />
Hirons in Second Avenue had two – one in the kitchen and one in the ‘front room’- and Bob Worner, who<br />
lived in a beautifully-converted railway carriage next door to the Hirons, had a magnificent free-standing<br />
one, gloriously encased and half the size of a piano, with eight valves tucked away inside it.<br />
And we didn’t have a radio.<br />
Dad tried to tell his two whining youngsters that we were saving every penny to get out of our rented house<br />
and into a home of our own, that we had no spare cash for anything as frivolous as a radio. But then, in late<br />
1935, his resolve weakened as the prospect of political and social change faced the country, and a radio became<br />
not a luxury, but a seeming necessity. Even so, it wasn’t until February the following year that we finally joined<br />
the 182,500 other <strong>New</strong> <strong>Zealand</strong>ers who already held licences ‘to operate a radio receiving station’ and bought<br />
a radio ourselves.<br />
It arrived in a wooden box, snugly cushioned in pages of the Northern Advocate, and once it had been unpacked,<br />
Huw and I demanded that it be plugged in and switched on, but Dad refused to do so. A radio wasn’t like a<br />
toaster or an electric jug, he explained, it had to be ‘installed’, and that was quite a process, but Herbie Aldred<br />
(who lived just a few doors away and knew a bit about radio) would help us to set it all up in the weekend. Dad<br />
didn’t mention that the radio dealer could have set it up immediately, but that would have been an additional<br />
cost to the twelve quid or so paid for the set, and on top of that, there was still thirty bob to be found for the<br />
licence fee. So we’d wait, until Herbie was free the next Saturday and Dad had collected the few necessary bits<br />
and pieces that Herbie had set down on a list for him.<br />
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