tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post5808876672463102728..comments2024-03-28T17:35:27.099-07:00Comments on Norm's Norms: More Memories Than Plansnormsnorms.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12535995898255666585noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-77207573644559948382010-10-29T15:48:59.654-07:002010-10-29T15:48:59.654-07:00It seemed real enough to me though I suspect most ...It seemed real enough to me though I suspect most of the images came out of my own head. If I concentrated real hard I could smell the green grass and hot dogs.normsnorms.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12535995898255666585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-21004324515428871122010-10-29T10:02:56.769-07:002010-10-29T10:02:56.769-07:00That is amazing. I never knew about recreating th...That is amazing. I never knew about recreating the game for local listeners. Those must have been very interesting. How close did they come to reality?hkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16296312618266909443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-59284476801845904702010-10-27T10:00:14.411-07:002010-10-27T10:00:14.411-07:00Yes, they even had sound effects of "the crac...Yes, they even had sound effects of "the crack of the bat" and crowd noises.Fred's Factshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101060602248824922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-83699341208336862912010-10-25T12:19:52.861-07:002010-10-25T12:19:52.861-07:00Harley, your memories of Stan The Man bring to min...Harley, your memories of Stan The Man bring to mind how I used to listen to re-creations of Dodger games when they played the Cardinals. The play-by-play came through on ticker-tape<br />which we heard clicking on the radio. It was then re-transcribed by the announcer who sculpted flesh on the bone with added color to his words.normsnorms.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12535995898255666585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-46112449403482697802010-10-25T03:04:41.900-07:002010-10-25T03:04:41.900-07:00There is an African proverb that says when a perso...There is an African proverb that says when a person dies a library is lost. I believe our personal memories are very important. When I was growing up, most of what you remembered as radio had already disappeared. The only thing I listened to on radio beyond music was my beloved Cardinals of Stan Musial, Bob Gibson and Lou Brock. The only thing that saved me was that we did not get TV until I was a junior in high school so I missed Leave it to Beaver.hkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16296312618266909443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-50939855609804364822010-10-24T21:02:32.150-07:002010-10-24T21:02:32.150-07:00Yet another gem. Your description of radio and tha...Yet another gem. Your description of radio and that it made demands on our imagination is dead on. Sometimes we sit in front of the tube with a vacuous zombie like stare defying it to entertain us while our mind wanders. This was never so when listening to WJZ or WOR. We were forced to pay attention so we could bring a picture to our mind's eye. <br /><br />With my failing hearsight I never turn a radio on anymore but I do miss Raymond and the squeaky door, Let's Pretend, and please don't tell anybody but even Stella Dallas. Even my kimosabe with the silver bullets has ridden off into the sunset.<br /><br />Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.Fred's Factshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101060602248824922noreply@blogger.com