Ruby Rose
Location: Canadian Prairies
In the 1940s, I remember February on the farm as a cold and dreary month during which we remained in the fog of winter with white tunnels everywhere. The wind whined constantly and the landscape consisted of whirling massive whiteness.
But then, there was the "radio." Evenings - as the wind howled outdoors - my brothers and I - believed by our parents, to be fast asleep in bed - would be sitting on the carpet in the dark in the living-room with only the small red circular light of the floor radio visible. We were totally engrossed and snuggled close together as we listened to the tales of intrigue and mystery unfold in our minds as they were emitted from the radio.
There was "Bulldog Drummond" - an ex-British army officer and adventurer-sleuth who took us all over the world from England to Switzerland and even to Africa with his atmospheric international experiences.
Then there were the realistic scenarios in the adventures of "Boston Blackie" with his tales of mystery to captivate us. I always remember the echoing sounds of footsteps and chills running up and down my back.
Ah...what would we do without the warm memories of long ago!