CB Radios
I’ve started a new category called “Memories” on the blog. This will be a place for me or Celeste to post fun memories we think of… whether they’re from last week or childhood… this will be things from the past.
To start, I was just thinking about how my dad always had CB radios when I was a kid. It was the 70s and CBs were the only way to keep in touch with people “on the go”. A lot like cell phones now-a-days we used the CB to talk to my mom and dad when they were driving around town. My dad’s call sign was “Star Duster” and my mom was “Lady Starduster”. Jason and I had numerous call signs through the years… “The Hulk” was one of mine I remember… but mostly they just called us “boys” or by our names.
We had a big antenna on top of our house and you could pretty much talk to anyone all over town. It was all hooked up to a “big” CB that was located in my dad’s photography studio and we would leave that “big” CB on all the time and when my parents would leave… always “listening” for it to sqwak in.
The best thing was when they’d be gone and we’d here them calling us to ask us if we wanted anything from McDonald’s, or Burger King, or Cashew Chicken. That was something you always hoped for with the CB.
Noel–I loved this post! We grew up with the same thing, though we always just called them “the radio.” The family got them long before I came into being for the cropdusting service…my granddad was Unit 1, my dad Unit 2, my mom Unit 10, and all the rest of the aunts and uncles had their own Unit #. I was told NUMEROUS times over the radio “This is not a toy, Amber.” All I really wanted was to be Unit something! We often joked about Hannah being Unit 7/8 and me being Unit Pi. Thanks for bringing up such a fun memory!
“Starduster, you on the channel?” :)
Noel! I don’t know if it was a fluke being so anachronistic, but when my wife was in college in the early 90s, a bunch of the kids at her school went out and got CB radios. Cell phones were still like $4 a minute so it was the thing to do. And I still remember the “Emergency Phone” my dad got for my mom to keep in the trunk of the car in the mid 80s. It was a cross between a CB and a cell phone, it was the size of a toaster and when you used it, it basically called 911 or the state troopers. Kinda like a bag phone without the cell service, remember bag phones?
Oh yeah I remember those!
You two have to be two of the most awesome people on this planet.