As a young girl I listened to several programs, some weekly, some daily. Particular advertisements stand out, as well. One was the Kellogg’s singing lady who came on the air just before supper. She would begin by singing a commercial in rhyme. Part of it went:
‘‘Kellogg’s Cornflakes in a big bowl,
We’ll all be merry as Old King Cole’’.
Then she would tell a story, changing her voice for the different parts. Many a child’s well known story was brought to life for me by this lady.
Little Orphan Annie with Daddy Warbucks and all Annie’s adventures was also a favourite program. But what child could resist getting excited when the theme song for The Lone Ranger came on! His ‘‘Hi Ho! Silver!’’ echoes along memory’s lane down through the years. The Lone Ranger and his Indian friend, Tonto, had exciting things happening to them each week. I did not need colour television, my imagination did a wonderful job of conjuring up mental pictures.
Another program for children was Little Players of the Air. Our next door neighbour, Fred Ball, knew the director of the group. One time I was invited to spend a week in Montreal with the Balls. Mr. Ball obtained a pass to go to the studio and watch them perform. The children were dressed to represent their characters in the story but they read the script while grouped around the microphone. Something was lost for me. From then on, reality won over imagination whenever I listened to that program.
There was an afternoon program called, The H.C.B. Club. Their motto was ‘‘Health makes Colonels Brave’’. It was an adventure series. They offered a badge and a certificate to become a member of the club. I sent for the shield shaped badge with its H.B.C. letters on it. Two of my pals and I told our classmates that it was our special badge with the initials representing our family names, Hannah, Copping and Barrie.
We listened each noon to the Farm Show and followed with interest the activities of the farm family, the Craigs. [The actual title was “The Craigs of Briarwood Farm” produced by CBC Radio] Some years later my husband and I saw them at the International Ploughing Match. None of them looked as I had imagined them.