One TV Town

People in New York City could watch “network” television shortly after W. W. II, in 1947.  TV came to my little town at the edge of the universe in 1955.  Back then, television signals were taken from the air by metal aerials, and relied on line-of-sight and broadcaster strength, generally not much more than 35 or 40 miles.  Living back of beyond, we were well over 100 miles from Detroit, Buffalo or Toronto.

A foresighted businessman in Wingham, Ontario, about 40 miles south, wanted to get out ahead of the rest of the pack.  He already owned and ran a little AM radio station, and could see the coming profits from television.  He applied for the rights to channel 8, which was supposed to go to Buffalo.  He had to get on the air before the Americans were ready.  Normally a year or more job, he swung some deals, and started broadcasting at 6 PM, November 18, 1955, just over three months from his original application.

Wingham wasn’t much bigger than my stagecoach-stop town.  They bragged that they were the world’s tiniest town to have a TV station.  Like our down-the-road neighbor, they were a farm-based town.  The stock report on the new station didn’t include any NYSE, or NASDAQ info, rather, how many hogs were sold, how many cows were slaughtered, and the cost of hay and straw for cattle feed.

Early programming included an hour daily show for women, titled M’Lady, two Country and Western weekly shows, one called Circle 8 Ranch, playing off the channel number, and two half-hour religious shows Sunday mornings.  Initial scheduling had only 30 hours of broadcast per week.

My family joined the TV-watching elite in August, 1957.  By then, the bank manager, several of the local merchants, and the guy who made a small fortune in mining, had TVs.  Dad’s wages from one of the factories was the same as everyone else’s, but, he also received a small government check for wartime disability, he got a small honorarium for organizing the weekly party at the Legion, and Mom had just begun a part-time job.

We all, but especially my brother and I, were mesmerized by this new piece of entertainment.  We watched all kinds of things that we would describe as crap today, simply because they were the only things on.  We’d have watched the test pattern; in fact I did several times, talking to the Indian Chief with the feathered head-dress, and trying to hypnotise myself with the “telescopic sight” graphic.

By 1957, the schedule had expanded a little, but there was still a lot of that test pattern time.  In a way, I was exposed to some of the best entertainment, simply because the station was desperate to put something, anything, on the air.  No Saturday morning cartoons, so then, and after school, they showed all the 1930s’ movie serials.  I was able to watch Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers, Johnny Weissmuller Tarzans, as well as The Three Stooges, and The Marx Brothers.

All of these were shown in black and white.  Movies had graduated to color, but TV’s color days were still in the future.  All these old serials and movies had been shot in black and white, and suited the B&W format perfectly.  I got to see Laurel and Hardy make fools of each other, a house fall on and a train run away with Buster Keaton, and Harold Lloyd dangle from a tower clock hand.  I watched The Dead End Kids on TV, who had become The Bowery Boys, when I went to the theater.

Censorship was not a problem.  If it had been shown in theaters, it showed on my TV.  W. C. Fields said I was “My little chickadee”, although he also said, “I love kids.  I had two for breakfast,” and Mae West issued an invitation to “Come on up and see me some time.”  “Goodness had nothing to do with it!”

The ‘40s and ‘50s were the heyday of the western, the oater.  I saw Roy Rogers, and The Singing Cowboy, Gene Autry, who went on to own several radio stations and a TV station in California, as well as the Anaheim Angels baseball team from 1961 to 1997.  I also got to see dozens (hundreds?) of episodes of The Lone Ranger, The Cisco Kid, Wild Bill Hickock and Hopalong Cassidy.  And you guys wonder why I’m odd!

My little one-horse television station broadcast at about one candle-power for years.  Their broadcast tower got situated at the top of the only local hill, and our aerial perched on top of a steel pipe which poked above our roof, and had to be “aimed” at Wingham.

They operated as an independent station for a while, and later became a CBC affiliate, but their operating budget didn’t allow for the importation of improving, expanding American network shows.  One of the things I won in my Rewards Of Radio post, was because I could name the first female police TV detective.

Several other callers got through to the station before I did, and every one of them guessed Angie Dickinson as Policewoman.  I knew that it was Anne Francis, as Honey West, ten years earlier. The DJ congratulated me, and said that I must have watched the show as a youngster.  Not in my One-TV town, I got my knowledge about that, from my other major source of information, MAD Magazine.

I wish that my kids could have got to see some of the stuff I watched as I was growing up.  It was a bit less brittle and stressful, and more idyllic and innocent.  Writing up one of these “remember when” posts is always like waving a double-edged sword.  On the one side, I get a lovely wave of nostalgia, especially if I can share it with you, my friends and readers.  On the other, I end up feeling old, about seven different ways.  Now, let’s discuss some of the shit that you watched as a kid.

By the time even the earliest of you get to read this, the son and I will be on our way to Detroit for the weekend.  Please comment anyway, and I will reply Sunday night/Monday, as well as relate all the gory details.    🙂

7 thoughts on “One TV Town

  1. BrainRants says:

    I’m old enough to recall broadcast TV that actually ended for the night. Imagine, being out of content to pump. They played the National Anthem and then the screen went dark.


  2. whiteladyinthehood says:

    You know I love your, “remember when” posts. I remember the series, “The Lone Ranger” (he was awesome) and also, “The Little Rascals.” We had a console tv complete with a set of rabbit ears that you had to fidget with to get a clear picture. LOL.
    At work, I had a 5 yr old wander in and ask to use the phone. (he’d only seen cell phones in his life) I told him to dial 9 and then his number. He was totally befuckled! He figured out the dial pad and punched his number, but never picked up the receiver…he just starts talking to the air. It was so funny, Archon. I showed him what to do and when he heard his mother’s voice, he immediately flipped the receiver upside down and started yelling into the part where you are supposed to put your ear. (??)


    • Archon's Den says:

      There were so many great old series I just didn’t have space to include. I loved the Little Rascals. Eddy Murphy resurrected Alfalfa, coming up, on SNL.

      Technology, especially communication, has changed so much, so fast. It’s no wonder kids are lost and confused by anything more than a couple of years old. I wonder what he’d have thought about rotary dials, or “Number Please?” 😕


  3. benzeknees says:

    I remember watching Laurel & Hardy, but never was much of one for the Lone Ranger. We did watch Zorro though because I remember we used to play Zorro games outside! I remember CBC & Hockey Night in Canada (much loved by my grandfather) & my father watching some scary shows after I went to bed on Saturday nights. I could hear the scary music & screams from my bedroom because I hated going to sleep.


    • Archon's Den says:

      Have to add Roy Rogers to the list. Most westerns were morality plays, teaching us to be good, because the good guy always won, and the bad guy always lost.

      Despite devouring books like pizza, there was still a lot of time I couldn’t read. That’s when I also watched hockey, and whatever else was on our ONE station. My Mom put a ten-year-old to bed at 8 PM, and was surprised and miffed when I was still awake at 11:30. 😉


  4. Jim Wheeler says:

    At USNA in the late 1950’s the only television for 3,500 Midshipmen was in a central lounge and nobody had time to go down and watch it. After graduation and commissioning we drew lots for sea assignments and I drew #800 out of 802. I was assigned to an AGC, which was an “amphibious command ship”. It was basically a floating communications center and as such had a contingent of warrant officers, a grade relatively rare in the Navy. They were technical specialties important enough to have earned commissions and to this 22 year old in 1960 they seemed like old men. Each morning we were in port, the warrants and some of the rest of us would check out the b&w TV in the wardroom before the work day began. The draw? A fetching babe in tights doing morning exercises. Couldn’t get enough of it. 😀


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