|Freddy and me c. 1946, about five years before we had a TV.|
Freddy was always tinkering with radios and the like. He became “friends” with a store owner on Howard Ave. who operated a repair shop for radios and televisions. Somehow, Freddy acquired a console TV that needed fixing. It was a monstrosity. It was almost as large as the refrigerator, with a picture screen of maybe 4 inches by 5 inches. Someone had to hold on to the antenna from across the room, and even then, the picture looked like a cancelled postage stamp.
|Freddy with our nephew, Jimmy, c. 1953.|
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