Philco 42-380 (1941) |
Imagine the history that spoke from this radio.
Franklin D. Roosevelt's fireside chats. World War II. People gathered round the radio, anxious to hear what was happening in the big world.
Big radio, big world. |
Shortwave to listen in on London, Berlin and Tokyo. Havana, too.
A police band to monitor goings on in town.
AM radio to dance to.
Shortly after arrival. Busted face, broken feet, cracked faceplate. |
It arrived in my driveway in the back of a pickup truck, from my friends Bob and Cindy Michael, who live at the very top of Ohio in Burghill.
They must have teriffic radio reception up and out there.
I would visit their secluded house with my art, and my dog, and we'd shoot the breeze.
In the small hallway between almost every room in the place sat the Philco, which I admired.
Bob said it worked and we plugged it in a couple of times.
It kind of bleeped and farted and hummed.
Oh well.
It had been there a long, long time.
Decades of dust. |
They said that I could have it if I repaired and cleaned a big 1970s Realistic receiver that Bob delivered in his truck, with the Philco.
There's not much space left in my man cave full of stuff, but I found a corner for "Phil."
Truthfully the more crap I cram down here, the less visits from upstairs.
Tubes and tuning mechanism after an initial cleaning. |
And here's another truth: I tore down and cleaned up the big radio first, and Bob's receiver afterward.
And I will also testify that it was a filthy beast. Seventy-two years of you-name-it lived in there, and one live cricket. I vacuumed and brushed and sprayed and scrubbed the hell out of it, and was still finding crud up to the day I reassembled everything.
Each tube got a shining.
The paper speaker, very fragile, tore twice. My fault. I repaired it and it works fine.
Heard 'round the world. |
The restoration of 42-380 was approached as an art project.
Sure hoped it worked, but really wanted it to look pretty.
So, I made new radio knobs out of unfinished cabinet knobs, drilling holes in the back just big enough to slide onto the tuner spindles.
Fabricating the faceplate. |
Some of the faceplate was salvageable, and some of it got reconstructed with layers of cardboard, glue and paint. It was made of Bakelite, an early plastic that had warped and cracked.
Always plenty of newspaper here for painting projects. |
Almost-finished faceplate, except for brown paint on rebuilt bottom edges. |
But mostly it's wood, steel and glass. And now it is beautiful.
It was an art project! |
The light bulbs inside are missing but I can order those, too.
New feet (also cabinet knobs), new cloth grille. |
"Phil." |
There's a big moveable antenna in the back of the cabinet but it's nearly at floor level in my basement, so odds of its 72-year-old guts getting a strong signal are not great.
I'll get the tubes this winter and hook it up to an external antenna and see what happens.
The cabinet is ready for the faceplate. |
For now, it still bleeps and farts and hums.
But it is trying to find signals.
I can hear it trying.
That concludes today's broadcast. |
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