||REMEMBERING MY HOME IN THE OLDEN DAYS Vernon Larsen 3981 Fruitvale Ave Oakland, California HONORABLE MENTION PERSONAL RECOLLECTION I was engrossed in the television news of the day when they sneaked into the living room. It was clearly Mathew s voice that whispered, " That' s him. See. He' s my grandpa. He' s OLD. " He had his seven-year-old friend Danny with him. They sauntered toward me in my easy OLD. " They edged closer to me and sat down on the near-by sofa. They sat quietly, looking a round the room, casting sly glances at me in Finely Mathew spoke up, "Grandpa, what was it like in your home in the olden days? Did you listen to Sesame Street when you were a kid?" "Goodness no, Mathew. When I was little we hadn' t even heard the word ' television' or ' TV. ' No one would have dreamed that pictures could come through the air into one' s living room. I do remember that while I was growing up we did hear of a man named Philo Farnsworth, could be sent a long way and be received into our homes. But I was a grown man before television was invented. " "Well, Grandpa, then you must have had to depend on old-fashioned radio. " "My dear! Believe it or not, we had never heard of radio either, when I was your age. One night a neighbor of ours, Mr. Tygerson in Mt. Pleasant, invited me, my daddy--that would be your great-grandpa--and some others over to his houks to hear what he called a radio. Our neighbor, Henry Hasler, was in the group. Mr. Tygerson had a strange -1 ooking box on which were some dials that he turned and turned.