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made it very obvious that a radio receiver was set up in the house. A car traveling the clay road was a rare sight, but any car that slowed down as it approached my grandfather’s gate prompted a scurry of activity to unhook the radio and stash it in the attic for fear that the stranger might be a government licence inspector.

Several years later in our own home, the radio was the center of entertainment. Our parents bought a new radio battery power pack in the fall to provide the energy for the winter. The two main stations were CJFX from Antigonish, Nova Scotia, and CFCY in Charlottetown. In our house, mornings programs on CFCY usually began with T he Sacred Heart Program, a ten or fifteen-minute religious broadcast, followed by the Purina Company’s