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|I didn't want to bring up the forum polarizer again, but I do kind of want to explain some of my opinions so that maybe some of you will realize that they aren't due to just obsessive compulsive perfectionism or something.
To be brief, because I could go into great detail on this, there is a whole experience to owning an antique radio, and it can get ruined by even the smallest details. I'm not sure if it's memories of my grandparents, or childhood, or I don't know what. I do know that my grandparents painted a rather rosy picture of the past. There are some VERY good things from the past that are being lost, and there are also some reasons why I'd never want to live back then. However, there are these little things like the romanticised images I painted in my head of old cabins and such, that we looked at and went to when I was a kid. Naturally I focussed more on the electrical aspect. They had old outlets and switches with the most amazing and different designs. The rest of the experience was interesting, too, of course, such as being up in the woods with only nature and quiet, and the smells of trees and such. However, I was typically drawn to electro-mechanical things, such as outlets, switches, toilets, and sinks. It absolutely tears me apart when I see a beautiful old untouched house suddenly have all of its windows, fixtures, and such, ripped out. Disgusting!
...Back to my story....
I can't tell you the experience of walking into that gymnasium. It isn't scarry or haunting or any of the stupid things that others say. It's just the feeling of pure awesomeness.
Another electrical experience was with the Star-Rite fan that my grandfather gave me. It ran in his basement all of my life. My grandparents never had air conditioning, and so they'd go to the basement in the hot summer. There'd be the old fan buzzing away. I was fascinated by the mechanical wonder. My grandparents wouldn't let me go near it, though. Later, when I was in my mid-teens, my grandfather gave it to me, covered in years of dirt and oldness. I cleaned and rewired it with a new cloth cord, and polished the blades. It's amazing, and I still use it every summer. There's something thrilling about it.
My grandfather and I would light light bulbs and all sorts of stuff on his workbench, and he had old radio plugs and switches and knobs with cool designs. He taught me that you could connect 120 volt wires without insulating them, and the electricity wouldn't jump out and bite you. He taught me how to respect and responsibly use electricity. ...Tales of the farmer who told him that he could have a model T if he could just get it working (coils). How to properly crank it over without breaking your wrist. ..Stuff like that...
That's why I have to have all original looking components in my radios and cloth cords and original plugs and all. Not having this takes away from the entire experience of opening up this mysteriously amazing and beautiful piece of history. In any case, all of those beautiful colorful logos and designs are more attractive, anyway.
|The reasons behind my opinions|
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