Hearing RTE Radio 1coming from the radio evokes strong memories of my Mum. I never registered until recently that I used the sound of Radio 1 as a Mum-locater for years. Mum had a small portable radio which she used to bring with her from room to room. I could always locate her by the sound of Morning Ireland, Pat Kenny, Gay Byrne or whichever of the RTE presenters was accompanying my Mum while she ironed, made the dinner or just had a cup of tea. On occasion they’d even join her on an excursion to the washing line. The radio was an integral part of our household soundtrack, jovily announcing Mum’s presence in a room.
As a teenager I remember trying to block the Sunday Miscellany from waking me up after a Saturday night on the town. Mum would have the radio on over Sunday breakfast, volume turned to the max, giving the ghettoblaster sound systems a run for their money. How Mum managed to get Dolby Surround Sound-like volume from two AA batteries, I’ll never know!
Oh, dear!
This is all alarmingly similar. I do LOVE my radio
Haven’t visited in a while as things are not great with my health but it was a real treat to come back to this. I love all your memories of your Mum.
I hope you’re ok Steph, thanks for checking back in to the blog. I’m a bit of a rte radio-obsessive myself! Get well soon.