Coming home, as we drove into the driveway of our home, where all the lights were out, we could see a strange glow through the front room window.
Could it be?
My brother and I didn't dare expect or hope...
We dashed into our front room.
Dad was sitting there nonchalantly in his reading chair. He was sitting there as if this happened every night.
He was sitting there watching.....
Was it real? Could it be so? Did we really have one of those new-fangled inventions?
Yes, Virginia, it was for real. My dad was sitting there watching our very first television set.
The perfect Christmas gift of the fifties.
2 comments:
Talk about a trip down memory lane! I remember we got our first TV in 1950, we lived in Rose Park subdivision in SLC. I was six! Your picture of that old TV was so great!
Also spoke with Sharon yesterday to tell her to be sure and check out my post for today. The more the promotion of the book, the better. Looking forward to a good read as well.
What an exciting night for you. And If what I know about gpa holds true in this case you were probably one of the first around Poky to get one. Great writing. Simple, clear and poignant.
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