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They grew up, talking to each other, late at nights, about what they had seen. When their family got TV, they spent their time trying to find it again.
Then high school, then college, the '60s. Eldon went to Nam, came back about the same.
Irene got a job in television, and sent him letters, while he taught bookkeeping at a junior college.
April 11, 1971
Dear Bro' --
I ran down what kind of set Aunt Joanie had.
It was a mechanical television, with a Nipkov disk scanner. It was a model made between 1927 and 1929.
Mechanical: yes. You light a person, place, thing, very very brightly. On one side of the studio are photoelectric cells that turn light to current. Between the subject and the cells, you drop in a disk that spins 300 times a minute. Starting at the edge of the disk, and spiraling inward all the way around to the center are holes. You have a slit-scan shutter. As the light leaves the subject it's broken into a series of lines by the holes passing across the slit. The photoelectric cells pick up the pulses of light. (An orthicon tube does exactly the same thing, except electronically, in a camera, and your modern TV is just a big orthicon tube on the other end.) Since it was a mechanical signal, your disk in the cabinet at home had to spin at exactly the same rate. So they had to send out a regulating signal at the same time.
Not swell, not good definition, but workable.
But Aunt Joanie (rest her soul) was right -- nothing in 1953 was broadcasting that it could receive, because all early pre-war televisions were made with the picture-portion going out on FM and the sound going out on short-wave (so her set had receivers for both) and neither of them are where TV is now on the wavelengths (where they've been since 1946).
Mr. Goober could not have come from an FCC licensed broadcaster in 1953. I'll check Canada and Mexico, but I'm pretty sure everything was moved off those bands by then, even experimental stations. Since we never got sound, either there was none, or maybe it was coming in with the picture (like now) and her set couldn't separate four pieces of information (one-half each of two signals, which is why we use FM for TV).
It shouldn't have happened, I don't think. There are weird stories (the ghost signals of a Midwest station people saw the test patterns of more than a year after they quit broadcasting; the famous 2.8 second delay in radio transmissions all over the world on shortwave in 1927 and early 1928).
Am going to the NAB meeting in three weeks. Will talk to everybody there, especially the old guys, and find out if any of them knows about Mr. Goober's Show. Stay sweet.
Your sis,
Irene
Eldon began the search on his own; at parties, at bars, at ball games. During the next few years, he wrote his sister with bits of fugitive matter he'd picked up. And he got quite a specialized knowledge of local TV shows, kid's show clowns, Shock Theater hosts, and eclectic local programming of the early 1950s, throughout these United States.
June 25, 1979
Dear Eldon --
Sorry it took so long to get this letter off to you, but I've been busy at work, and helping with the Fund Drive, and I also think I'm onto something. I've just run across stuff that indicates there was some kind of medical outfit that used radio in the late '40s and early '50s.
Hope you can come home for Christmas this time. Mom's getting along in years, you know. I know you had your troubles with her (I'm the one to talk) but she really misses you. As Bill Cosby says, she's an old person trying to get into Heaven now. She's trying to be good the second thirty years of her life . . .
Will write you again as soon as I find out more about these quacks.
Your little sister,
Irene
August 14, 1979
Dear Big Brother:
Well, it's depressing here. The lead I had turned out to be a bust, and I could just about cry, since I thought this might be it, since they broadcast on both shortwave and FM (like Aunt Joanie's set received) but this probably wasn't it, either.
It was called Drown Radio Therapy (there's something poetic about the name, but not the operation). It was named for Dr. Ruth Drown, she was a real osteopath. Sometime before the War, she and a technocrat started working with a low-power broadcast device. By War's end, she was claiming she could treat disease at a distance, and set up a small broadcast station behind her Chicago suburb office. Patients came in, were diagnosed, and given a schedule of broadcast times they were supposed to tune in. (The broadcasts were directly to each patient, supposedly, two or three times a day.) By the late '40s, she'd also gone into TV, which is of course FM (the radio stuff being short-wave). That's where I'd hoped I'd found someone broadcasting at the same time on both bands.
But probably no go. She franchised the machines out to other doctors, mostly naturopaths and cancer quacks. It's possible that one was operating near Aunt Joanie's somewhere, but probably not, and anyway, a committee of docs investigated her stuff. What they found was that the equipment was so low-powered it could only broadcast a dozen miles (not counting random skipping, bouncing off the Heaviside layer, which it wouldn't have been able to reach). Essentially they ruled the equipment worthless.
And, the thing that got to me, there was no picture transmission on the FM (TV) portion; just the same type of random signals that went out on short-wave, on the same schedule, every day. Even if you had a rogue cancer specialist, the FCC said the stuff couldn't broadcast a visual signal, not with the technology of the time. (The engineer at the station here looked at the specs and said "even if they had access to video orthicon tubes, the signal wouldn't have gotten across the room," unless it was on cable, which it wasn't.)
I've gone on too long. It's not it.
Sorry to disappoint you (again). But I'm still going through back files of Variety and BNJ and everything put out by the networks in those years. And, maybe a mother-lode, a friend's got a friend who knows where all the Dumont records (except Gleason's) are stored.
We'll find out yet, brother. I've heard stories of people waiting twenty, thirty, forty years to clear things like this up. There was a guy who kept insisting he'd read a serialized novel in a newspaper, about the fall of civilization, in the early 1920s. Pre-bomb, pre-almost everything. He was only a kid when he read it. Ten years ago he mentioned it to someone who had a friend who recognized it, not from a newspaper, but as a book called Darkness and the Dawn. It was in three parts, and serial rights were sold, on the first part only, to, like three newspapers in the whole U.S. And the man, now in his sixties, had read it in one of them.
Things like that do happen, kiddo.
Write me when you can.
Love,
Irene
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