"Russ, you're never going to believe this. There is a Stratosphere for sale in this area! Local pick-up only."  As predicted, it caught Russ' attention. We contacted the owner, and made arrangements to see it; soon we were on our way. 

     As it turned out, the Stratosphere dwell within a hour's drive of our home. During the ride there--on a beautiful blue-skied, warm, sunny day--many questions rumbled in my mind. Who might owe this top-of-the-radio Zenith radio? Where did he live? How did he get it? Why was he selling it?    I would soon find out the answers to all these questions...and more.

     When given permission to write this blog, I promised not to divulge the exact location- but I can tell you, I felt honored to be granted access. A long, windy road delivered us to a forested area, fronting a rolling hillside. The sun pranced on one of the slopes, then leapt into a pond; it glistened on the water. A gaggle of geese and goslings floated peacefully underneath an arched walkway that lead to an island featuring a cedar gazebo. 

      Further back, atop a small knoll, a contemporary-style cedar home with expansive windows, sat.

    Arf, arf!  A well-groomed Sheltie Collie came bounding up, following on his heels, the owner. The sheltie then took off to explore, returning later.

    "Hello. My name is Jeff Rense. Nice to meet you." After exchanging the obligatory greetings, we were given the grand tour. Jeff told us a bit more about himself. He had relocated from Montecito, (Santa Barbara County), California- a number of years ago.  A single dad, he came here with his daughter, to escape an every increasing influx of Hollywood celebrities-which included Dennis Miller and Oprah. 

     When Jeff purchased the raw property; he had a vision, one he succeeded in bringing to fruition. He built the striking cedar house, numerous ponds, trails and is even adding a small-scale railway on the five-acre property.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Co5aum87h9w  (Video of railway in action.)

The results would indicate he must have been blessed with  20/20. vision. With the eye of an artist, he painted his vision onto the acreage, will the skill of a great master putting his brush to the easel.

     And his interest in radios? It became apparent as he shared his livelihood with me. Jeff is the mastermind and founder of Rense.com. He manages, owes and operates several radio networks. He has a weekly radio program at 7:00 pm, Monday- Friday. It's an interesting site; I'd recommend talking a look and/or listen. After an extended, pleasant chat, I had one final question. I wondered why he liked old radios. His interest exceeded early electronics, "Makes me feel good, seeing them."    A smile crept across his face.

We'd like to thank Jeff for his kind hospitality and sharing his Stratosphere and interesting life with us.

Till next time,

Regards,

Sue
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ps.. Some people feel it is necessary to place a cat on the center bottom of the Stratosphere. If you happen to be lucky enough to owe a 1000Z, and would like to, I would recommend the Cleo-CAT-tra. Think she's one cool cat, who I believe, could pull it off. ;) Jeff mentioned, that he heard from a friend, just last week, that someone had found a white cat with Zenith stamped on the bottom. Did Zenith actually produce a cat to keep the Strat company? No one seems to know for sure. Truth or legend? The question lingers on.

3:30 in the morning comes early- but, such is the life of the crack (of dawn) dedicated Russ' Old Radio Repair team, bleary-eyed Russ and Sue. Although some people may believe “Orygone” consists of only one town, there are actually two, PORTLAND and (wait for it) MEDFORD!  Quick geography lesson; Portland is at the top of the state , Medford the bottom. This provides a much needed balance--to keep the state from slipping off into the Pacific Ocean--and a political one.

As it happens, we do not dwell in the northern city, PORTLAND. We live near the state's southern city, MEDFORD. Unfortunately, since most of residents live at the northern end, many events occur there.   It's not unusual for us to raise and shine (but barely dazzle) early in the am,  to attend events or beat out ambitious Craig's Listers for radios. Such was the case yesterday when we attended, The Northwest Vintage Radio Society (NWVRS) show in Aurora, Oregon - a suburb of PORTLAND. 

Met the cutest little dog, a Maltese that weighed in at three-and-a-half pounds. His "Mom" cuddled him close to her chest. If she moved, he'd re-arrange himself, crossing the small legs that dangled beneath him. When "Mama" handed him over for a hug, he felt like a feather. I'm accustomed to hefting Fuzzy and Woolley; they challenge the vet's scale at over twenty pounds each! 

The NWVRS event is always is interesting. It's like a Almond Joy versus Mounds, "Sometimes you get a good radio, sometimes you don't." The fun is in the pursuit. On this particular occasion--thanks to an unplanned for half-an-hour gas stop due to a broken credit card machine--we arrived late. Just like with garage or estate sales, it's best to get there early 'cause the good stuff tends to sprout wings and fly. But, we got the Jackson Bell, and Russ found some thingamajigs and  several whatchamacallits. If the day ended here, we would have been happy- but it didn't.

I'll tell you.  We hit a "sometimes you don't".  We decided to continue north to the City of Portland. A guy advertised on Craig's List he had five radios.  He e-mailed.  "Yes, I still have all five of them...The radios are in very nice shape. I don't think you'll be disappointed." We drove the sixty-mile round trip--out of our way--to take a look. There were five wood, breadbox radios; the cabinets looked to be in fair shape. Russ opened the lid of the first one. "Humm." He tried the second, then third, fourth and fifth. "That's interesting, all the globe tubes have been replaced by non-original tubes. Every single one." What an amazing  coincidence! "Think we'll pass- thanks."

Lunch, then next stop. We met a fellow at an I-5  (the major north-south freeway that connects the two "Orygone" towns) off-ramp. A nice, honest guy with a Vintage Howard radio. We chatted with him for awhile, thanked him for his time, but decided the radio would be more work than it was worth.

We proceeded southward, calling another party about a RCA Victor R-52, however we were unable to reach him.

"I've got an idea," Russ said. "Remember the guy we bought the movie-dial, tall-boy console from 'bout three years ago?" Russ had fixed it up, but we had to sell it. The Old Radio Museum bulged at the beams.

"No." I can remember what I had last night for dinner. Russ has a wonderful memory. I use it often.

"He said if we ever decided to sell it, to please let him know. Let's stop by his house, since it's on the way home."

"Okay." We did. He wasn't home, so Russ left a note and his card.

The message blinked when we arrived home. Sure enough. "Consider it sold."

Russ not only has an memory--at times I wish he didn't have--but also incredible luck. We also received an e-mail, " What is funny is that I am in the process of turning the back half of that RV Garage into a pool room.  Your note coincides with my needing cool stuff for that space and it will be a great thing to have in there." 

Such a nice fellow. How appropriate the radio would be returned to it's owner--renovated with an MP3 player adaption. "Bet it will be the only Radiola 80 to ever play MP3's," Russ noted. Bet it will. ;)

Below is a photo of the old radio's original home.

So there you have it. A day in the life of Russ' Old Radio Repair. Enjoyed sharing it with you; hope you enjoyed it too!

Till next time...

Regards,

Sue
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"Cat Inspected and Wife Approved"
        1924  MU-1
GREBE  EARLY SYCOPHASE 
Gold plated dials
5 - 201 Tubes
NO CHAIN DRIVE

Our thanks to Dale Davenport of the Antique Radios group for solving the mystery presented in the last blog. He made it seem easy!     So, for the less clever of us,  the correct Jeopardy answer  ......... ... it's a diathermy machine. Your next question is answered below. ;)

Diathermy

[di´ah-ther″me] means "electrically induced heat" the use of high-frequency electromagnetic currents as a form of physical or occupational therapy and in surgical procedures. The term diathermy is derived from the Greek words dia and therma, and literally means “heating through.” adj., adj diather´mal, diather´mic.

It is commonly used for muscle relaxation. It is also a method of heating tissue electromagnetically or ultrasonically for therapeutic purposes in medicine. Diathermy is used in physical therapy and occupational therapy to deliver moderate heat directly to pathologic lesions in the deeper tissues of the body.

Diathermy, whether achieved using short-wave radio frequency (range 1–100 MHz) or microwave energy (range 434–915 MHz), exerts physical effects and elicits a spectrum of physiological responses, the two methods differing mainly for their penetration capability.[1]

Surgically, the extreme heat that can be produced by diathermy may be used to destroy neoplasms, warts, and infected tissues, and to cauterize blood vessels to prevent excessive bleeding. The technique is particularly valuable in neurosurgery and surgery of the eye.

Well, there you have it. Diathermy Apparatus. Of, course. So,  if you are ever chosen as a contestant for Jeopardy, and a picture of this puppy pops up, I'd be willing to bet, you'd be the only person to buzz in.




Time next time.........

Regards,

Sue

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If you like browsing for curious vintage items, you'll love this Antique Store. Relics of history--pieces from times past--and just dog-gone interesting "stuff" abounds at Mayor Bob's place.
Russ and I stop in often. I'm not quite sure if it's because of Bob's affable personality, or the continually changing treasures. I have a sneaking suspicion- it's a bit of both.

On our most recent visit, Bob shared a true oddity--one so unusual--he wasn't quite sure what it was.  We came up with a couple of guesses, but we don't know either. Here's some photos and what's know about the mysterious object. 

Bob relayed this information. (You can almost imagine a spooky score accompanying this true story.) Woo ,woo ,woo.. This item came from the attic of an old women's house. She lived alone. One ordinary day, something extraordinary happened. A snake appeared in her home. Frightened, she managed to corral the serpent into the attic. She nailed the door shut; it remained boarded up until her death.

After her demise,  an auction took place to sell the contents of the garret-winner take all. Bob placed a winning bid, taking all the items, this unusual contraption being among them. Who was the odd woman? What else (or who else) was in the attic? Why did she have it in her home? Many questions linger. None have answers. With your help, perhaps we can solve this mystery.

A few clues.

Errata : Mea culpa. (Clears throat.) Russ has just informed me, that I have confused a couple of facts-well actually, that I've  screwed up this story. The facts are thus: We got this from Bob.

This radio dwelleth in the boarded up room with the snake (and squirrels). The mystery device came from an attic that Bob had paid to salvage.  To make up for this blunder, I am adding a special bonus feature to this blog--and a special announcement. Here they are. Just for you. Sue

BONUS FEATURE   A slide show browse of the antique store.

Coming Soon--to the Butte Creek Mill--Vintage Fair

Vintage Faire is Saturday, May 10th. Russ' Old Radio Repair will be there! (Set up on the front porch of the Antique Store.) Be sure to stop by and say hi.


    Vintage Faire
    May 10, 2014 at 10:00 am - 4:00 pm
    Butte Creek Mill
    420 N Royal Ave
       
    Enjoy foods cooked by the Rogue Valley Dutch Oven 
    Cookers in the “Dutch Oven Cook-Off”, plus the many other artisan 
    food vendors and local wineries.



     While at the Vintage Faire, you can watch live musical performances 
    by the old time fiddlers, live wood carvings, blacksmiths, quilters, 
    tours of the Butte Creek Mill and stroll through the 100′s other
    vintage and artisan vendors that are up and down Royal Ave.

    For more information, please contact:
     http://buttecreekmill.com

Till next time...

Regards, ;)

Sue
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     As luck would have it, my birthday falls exactly one week after April Fool's Day. My birthday is April 8th. Has a nice ring to it. Always sort of liked being born on that date- until the year Russell figured out it rhymed with April Ape. That pretty much assures me,  I'll be getting something nice from him for my birthday. This year he really surprised me.

     A Grebe Synchrophase! I'd wanted one since the first time I saw it. I'm not sure what  appealed the most to me--I think it may have been a combination of the reddish finish and the numerous dials. The top dials commanded attention with their embellished metal backings; the bottom tuners seemed magical. They somehow reminded me of Aladdin's magic lamp or I Dream of Jeannie.  Perhaps, the shape of Jeannie's bottle?   

     I couldn't put on finger on it, but the Grebe had a mystical patina; it intrigued me.             

     I have no idea how Russ wrangled up this gift. One thing I am certain of though--like Aladdin and his magic carpet--he swept me off my feet.

Till next time...when I return to earth...

Regards,

Sue

phlog's blog

What was the best birthday present you ever received? We like to hear.

     Oh, what fun this proved to be! I not only learned new things about old radios, but I had the opportunity to witness and help restore a discarded beauty to her former self. Perhaps the two most important lesson I learned: Nothing is junk- unless you fail to see its potential.  And, never sell  yourself short. (Uh, excuse the pun).  Never assume you can't; the only can't that stopped anyone - not trying.     As I eluded to in this month's quote on our home page, ""If we did all the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves.  - Thomas Edison    Have fun.  Astound yourself.

     Thank you for all the interest in my project. I have enjoying sharing it with everyone. If anyone has a pet project they'd like to share with Russ' Old Radio Repair- we'd love to see it.

     Till next time- when, who knows what I'll be up to....Oh, by the way- the answer to the question, can you sand, finish, and re-sand a radio too many times? Is, apparently, no. ;)

Regards,

Sue

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UPDATE 12-16-2021
We now know the the Aetna model is 252P under Walgreens. It is a 4-tube  + ballast Tuned Radio Freq receiver from 1936. Most of the radios found in this cabinet are 550s, which is a superheterodyne rather than a TRF.  The super is relatively rare. The TRF is much more unusual.

Russ

     "Wonder what it is?"

     "What?"

     "The radio. I wonder who made it. It doesn't look like any Philco or Zenith or Atwater Kent or Emerson or..."

     "I get the idea."

     "You know what though?"

     "No, what though."

     "It sort of reminds me, of the Peter Pan radio."

     "Jackson Bell."

     "Yeah. Yeah, I think so."

     "I don't."

     "Oh."

     "I'm gonna find out."

     "And, how are you going to do that? We've researched it; we couldn't find anything on it- just a schematic that resembled the chassis close enough we could fix it."

     "I'm going to ask people on Facebook. I betcha somebody will know."  So, that's what I did. I asked. By gosh, somebody did know. 

     "Russell, Russell," I went running to the shop as fast as I could. Excited, elated, on cloud 9, I nearly floated over the gravel path. "I...know...what...it...is!" I could hardly get the words out. "It's a 1936," I stopped to get a gulp of air, "...a 1936 Aetna Model 550. It's really rare and..." Pride erupted from every pore on my body. A smile the size of the piano lit up my face. I felt so great sharing the information, my ego could have inflated a hot air balloon.

     I waited. Russell took a look at the website that revealed--what I believed to be the key to solving the quandary--what radio we had. He looked carefully at the cabinet. "See! See! I told you!" He said nothing. He continued looking at the photos. I waited for his approval; for his confirmation that this fledging radio repair person had this one nailed.

     "That is not that radio."

     I felt my happiness balloon burst suddenly, as if poked by a sharp pin. "What!? How can you say that this isn't this radio?" I couldn't believe it. He must be able to see it, he's got his glasses on, I thought. "How can you say this," I pointed at the radio, "isn't that?" I motioned back to the website. Incredulous couldn't begin to express my dismay.

     "Simple." My mouth--and spirits--dropped as he continued. "I looked at the back of the  radio on the website. The Aetna 550 has two IF transformers. It's a superheterodyne." I picked my mouth up off the floor as he continued. "Yours is a TRF." 

     "Oh."

     "It's still a nice radio. It has the same cabinet as the 550, but it is a different model."

     "Hosers?"

     "No not hosers, it was made that way."

     Thus, this concluded this installment in the radio project. What did I learn? That things are not always what they seem to be. And, if in doubt, ask Russell.

Till next time, when we answer the question- is it possible to sand, refinish, sand, and refinish,. sand....a radio too many times?

Regards,

Sue

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Have you ever been fooled by the apparent appearance of a radio?