This blog is going to be different, unique ,sad and happy.
It has been 13 months since I last blogged. To be truthful I am not the blogger I thought I was or would be.
Here goes, WOMI, Chicago White Sox , Edith Bennett, , things I remember from my childhood.In the early 60's we were not blessed with Pandora Radio , Internet Radio or several stations in town like they have now. Fact is I can only name 4 of them right now and they have all changed since I was a kid. WVJS,WOMI. WSTO , WBKR. In actuality WBKR was WOMI FM. There wasn't talk radio so you got to listen to music , you know on those hand held tiny transistor radios that ran on batteries. A lot of our music we listened to were album LP's. My brother Barry and I had such different tastes.He was into Chicago,Elton John,Santana,to name a few while I like Marty Robbins,Jimmy Dean and Roy Rogers. The radio though was what we listened to outside or if one of playing albums on the record player as we called them. What does all this have to do with WOMI, they broadcast the Chicago White Sox games and I would always tune in when the Yankees played.I can even remember taking my small transistor radio to my sister's dance recital just to listen to the Sox and Yankees. Now for $20.00 you can hear the audio of every team every game on your smart phone or computer , or for 25.00 a month you can watch all games not broadcast by ESPN Sunday night and Fox.You can watch it 45 minutes after the game ends if you want. Teams I can't watch are Reds and Cardinals like I would want to watch them to start with because of blackout restrictions. There you have two parts of the blog today. WOMI which broadcasted the White Sox games.
This brings me to Edith Bennett, she worked at WOMI and was part of the Miss Joanna radio show. You could be on the show in person as a kid or have your name called and get a gold star or something like that. Edith worked at WOMI longer than I have been alive. (55 years old), she did Sunday morning programing. She will be remembered for working at WOMI and her Chapel on the Air as she called he time slot.
Edith and I go back 55 years , you see her brother Wendell Rone was the pastor that married my mom and dad.(1940) and my mom and dad was close to Wendell . The old saying goes ,she has known me since I was knee high to a grasshopper. What I remember about Edith was all the History she knew , I was once a member of Daviess County Historical Society with Edith. She helped me with my family genealogy in school oh how I wish I had kept that report.She played the piano and sang, When I held a revival at Livermore Wesleyan Church she came and played the piano for me. ( The church didn't have a pianist ) . I remember her for the love of photography, she thought that she had a photograph of every church in this area. When her slr film camera quit working they got her a digital point and shoot and she learned to use it though she would had preferred one with a view finder to look through but she never complained.We talked a lot at Third Baptist Church ,I would stop by and check on her and we shared prayer requests , and asked if she had this book her brother had written and if she didn't I would give it to her or we discussed the shape of the church world.
This past Fall she bought a new NKJV Life Application bible and signed it and put her favorite scripture in it. Though I have several bibles this became my favorite right away because it came from Edith.
One year I asked Edith if she could transfer an old cassette tape of my wife's of when her family , when she growing up used to sing in church ,for a Mother's Day gift . She made me not one but two copies.
She was also planning on transferring several cassette tapes of my preaching to CD but because of the poor audio recording she didn't get to it because it would require sitting there for such tasks as turning volume up or down.
Edith was a gem, a.priceless diamond. Edith was called home this past Friday and I am going to miss her very much . Edith was like an Aunt to me, after all she knew me all my life.
Great memories of the old days.
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