Happyflowerlady
Vagabond Flowerchild
- Location
- Northern Alabama
The sound of our " 10 o'clock whistle every nite. It meant that all of us kids were supposed to be off of the street, but mainly in the downtown area. Usually, we were supposed to be in the house by that time, anyway, but in the summer, we were often still out on the streets playing until well after 11 pm sometimes. As long as there were no problems, the police cruiser that drove by every now and then, just slowed down, but didn't make us go inside.
My dad had one of the old radios with the little green eye for tuning, and it was a multi-band radio, so he could tune in shortwave stations. I loved listening to the sound of the Chinese sounding stations , even though we had NO idea what they were chattering about .
Along the same lines, another favorite sound was the two-way radio in Daddy's big line truck ( he was a power lineman), and the familiar call of "KOB569" that was the office of Northern Lights calling to tell him where the next outage was at. Mom and I often went along with him, especially on the after-hours outages he sometimes had to take care of at night.
We weren't close to the railroad track, but there were several that ran through town, so we still heard the lonely whistle blowing as they came through. I remember the old steam engines chugging along, and then being replaced by the colorful new Diesel engines.
One of my most favorite sounds was at Christmas, when our little church would load everyone up in the back of someone's stock truck, and we drove slowly through town, sitting on bales of hay, and singing Christmas carols as we went. How I loved that every year ! People would come out and wave as we went by, and sometimes they even made hot chocolate for us back at the church to warm everyone up afterward.
My dad had one of the old radios with the little green eye for tuning, and it was a multi-band radio, so he could tune in shortwave stations. I loved listening to the sound of the Chinese sounding stations , even though we had NO idea what they were chattering about .
Along the same lines, another favorite sound was the two-way radio in Daddy's big line truck ( he was a power lineman), and the familiar call of "KOB569" that was the office of Northern Lights calling to tell him where the next outage was at. Mom and I often went along with him, especially on the after-hours outages he sometimes had to take care of at night.
We weren't close to the railroad track, but there were several that ran through town, so we still heard the lonely whistle blowing as they came through. I remember the old steam engines chugging along, and then being replaced by the colorful new Diesel engines.
One of my most favorite sounds was at Christmas, when our little church would load everyone up in the back of someone's stock truck, and we drove slowly through town, sitting on bales of hay, and singing Christmas carols as we went. How I loved that every year ! People would come out and wave as we went by, and sometimes they even made hot chocolate for us back at the church to warm everyone up afterward.
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